"Whoever picks the call is the one mentioned!" Qin Youxuan shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, picked up the napkin, and elegantly placed it on her lap.
"Mo!" Jin Lan's tears came pouring out, free-flowing and ceaseless, her cry filled with grievance. "Look at what she's saying, deliberately mocking me. I have no say in this family anymore. How will the staff look at me?"
"Such a considerable weight and yet belittles herself. People nowadays really do have skin as thick as a wall, no wonder they're destined to play the mistress." Qin Youxuan suddenly burst out with this comment, which directly made Jin Lan's face turn pale.
She threw her utensils on the table and burrowed into Qin Mo's arms, crying like a dainty damsel.
Her shoulders shrugged with every sob, but is she really that pitiful?
Go ahead, play your games!
