her maternal grandparents were teachers of the people. they might not have read much, but they had always upheld the principle of kindness and kindness. song qincheng was raised by them, and naturally, she was brought up in this way. even when life later became difficult for her, she never forgot this kind nature in her bones.
gu jinyun's voice continued to rise as she spoke, as if she wanted to make a big deal out of it.
in song qincheng's memory, she had only met gu jinyun a few times, and gu jinyun had always been cold and elegant. when had she ever been so emotional?
but now, gu jinyun was confronting her son with a sullen face, and she did not forget to point her finger at her. it was clear that she hated her to the point that she could not bear it.
