When Old Madam Jin heard this, she sneered and looked at her third son.
"You think so too?"
Jin Ximing thought for a moment and asked, "Mother, are you sure that the countryside woman called Li Xiaoran is reliable? Could she be someone planted by a faction that has a grudge against us?"
When Old Madam Jin heard this, her smile turned even colder.
"So, in your eyes, your mother, an old woman like me, is that unreliable?"
Jin Dawei and Jin Ximing did not dare to say anything else.
After all, what they had said previously seemed to imply this.
With a bang, Old Madam Jin slapped the coffee table beside her.
