"Although you, Jun Yu, and Jun Yan, third aunt is not willing to say, but third aunt has already seen it. You, Yingluo, are actually the real mastermind behind this."
Shen LAN had finally said it. She had said it.
In fact, the old lady had already thought of it at that moment and wanted to stop it.
Although she liked the third branch, her heart also ached for her eldest grandson.
Old Madam li wanted Shen LAN to shut up and not say anything, at least not in front of so many people-but her youngest son, Li Hongyang, managed to calm her down at the crucial moment.
He could tell that the old lady wanted to stop her and was afraid that Wu Peiwen would hit Shen LAN, so he quickly persuaded her in a low voice, " "Mom, don't bother about this. Didn't you see the syringe in Wu Peiwen's hand? it's on my wife's neck. Mom, let them speak first. It's not like they'll lose a piece of skin if they say a few words, it's fine Yingluo."
