"She already passed away," Zhao Chuchu said without showing any emotions.
Old Mrs. Yuan nodded.
"This Xia clan sure is..."
"It's because they can take advantage of me."
"Chuchu, you sure lived a hard life."
"Really? I think I'm pretty lucky." Zhao Chuchu smiled.
At the very least, she didn't have much to do with the Xia clan.
The original owner's parents had died early on, and no one could prove that she carried the blood of the Xia clan. As long as she didn't admit to it, the Xia clan couldn't do anything about it.
She wasn't the person who the Xia clan could easily threaten.
Old Mrs. Yuan was surprised by the response but quickly smiled as she understood what the lady meant.
"Grandma, Chuchu, what are you two talking bout?" Yuan Hui asked. "Why does it sound like you two are talking in another language?"
