"Dad! Look at Jiang Ruolan, she's getting worse! How dare she talk to me like that! She really deserves to be struck by lightning!" Jiang Bingqing gritted her teeth in anger. "What a disgusting woman, trying to pretend to be so proud and clean!"
"Why is Zihao so protective of her?" Zhan Lian suddenly asked her daughter beside her in a low voice.
Jiang Bingqing snorted unhappily. "Who knows if she's up to some tricks. Her trump cards are limitless!"
"Are you done?" Jiang Guanyu suddenly turned around and looked at Zhan Lian coldly and with dissatisfaction in his eyes. Then, he looked at Jiang Bingqing's unwilling expression and said, "What happened seven years ago during the Spring Festival? When I got home from Beijing, Ruolan was on the verge of death. Even if you didn't like her, even if I didn't care for her much, she had endured it for so many years. What had happened that made her run away so decisively?! Is there something you guys are hiding from me?!"
