Aunt Qiumeng? Su Yuan raised her head and looked at Bai Yurou. She was blinking her big eyes pitifully, looking pitiful and innocent. It was as if she was not the one who called her mother a bitch! She had just stolen her proposal, and now she dared to show up in front of her.
Was she too bold, or did she think that Su Yuan was easy to bully?
Su Yuan retracted her gaze and looked at the fruit basket, which was filled with imported fruits. we appreciate it, but please take the food away. My mom does not eat fruits. Su Yuan said coldly.
The smile on Bai Yurou's face froze. The hand holding the fruit basket froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do. She turned to look at Zhang Huilan for help.
At this moment, Fu Xinlian suddenly strode forward and took the fruit basket from Bai Yurou's hands. She placed it on the bedside table, "Little Yuan, this is your grandma's kind intentions. Su Qiumeng can't eat it, but you can."
