The words 'your grandmother' came out smoothly and without any guilt.
At this moment, He Yujuan also understood that the situation was more important than her grievances. She couldn't bring herself to be as imposing as before, even though she hated Qiao Nian to death. On the surface, she pretended that she did not have many years to live. "I'm sick. I've been sick for a long time. Cancer. The doctor said that I don't have long to live."
Qiao Nian turned to look at her.
He Yujuan had a prominent bone structure, to begin with, and her face was without flesh. She looked very mean.
Now, her mean-looking face was even more gloomy, mainly because it was sallow and she did not look well.
It was obvious from her appearance that she was ill. It was true that she was sick, but it was unknown if it was cancer.
"I only have 15 minutes." Qiao Nian pursed her lips, her voice frivolous.
He Yujuan was not satisfied.
