"Does that Xue Lan always treat you like this?"
If she had known it would be like this, she should have brought up all the old grievances and let that old woman never turn over in her life.
Looking at her mother's distressed and angry gaze, Xia Yumo shook her head nonchalantly, saying:
"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. Xue Lan just has a sharp tongue and has no other impact on me. The more she scolds, the more unlucky she is."
As she spoke, she leaned into Chu Peixian's ear and whispered:
"My husband will help me."
Her sweet tone made Qiaoxu, who was listening by their side, couldn't help but giggle.
Xia Yumo glared at her, "What's so funny? When you and Lu Moqing show off their love, it doesn't make me envious."
"Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong."
Chu Peixian looked at her daughter with a smile on her face, raised her hand to rub her hair, and sighed with relief.
Then she turned her gaze to Qiaoxu and asked:
"Xuxu, you don't mind me calling you that, do you?"
