"Do you really want me to iterate what happened that day, Mother?" Yu Yan asked back, her tone was chilling cold.
Kang Mao Lan was about to ask Yu Yan whether she dared to do that or not when she recalled that she hadn't managed to recover all the emails Yu Yan sent to her friends. Over the years, she had managed to retrieve the recording and shut those people's mouth.
But as long as Yu Yan still had the original, this cycle will never end. She could easily ask for someone else to keep the recording for her. A digital copy was easy to make.
"You're really an ingrate, you…"
"Sister, do you really want to scold people in my party?" Kang Mao Yao stopped Kang Mao Lan from sprouting more nonsense. She might look harmless, but she hated it the most when people crashed on her party and destroyed the atmosphere with their drama.
She would not admit when it was she herself who crashed on theirs, though.
