Zhong Nuannuan raised her lips slightly and smiled sweetly. "Then it depends on what you do. After all, I wasn't the one who forced all of you to start a catfight with me."
"Nuannuan, Mom is sorry. Mom has really been biased in the past, and Mom won't do this anymore in the future. Would you tell your father not to divorce Mom?"
Jiang Shuwan hated her to death at this moment, but if Zhong Nuannuan did not say anything, Zhong Kuijun might really go through with this.
Without Zhong Kuijun, she was nothing.
"Auntie Jiang, anyone can compare the whiteness of their teeth. There's a saying that goes, 'If apologies are useful, why are the police still needed?' Ask yourself, how many times have you apologized to me since I came home? Do you think I care about your apology?" Zhong Nuannuan's referral to her as "Auntie Jiang" was really heart-wrenching.
