In the Lu family villa, a luxuriously dressed woman sat on the sofa in the hall. Although she had exquisite makeup, it was not difficult to tell that she was over fifty from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She looked at the reply in her hand and smiled sarcastically.
"Lu Yao will be back tonight, right, Mom? That bitch! I must teach her a lesson!!!" Song Miaomiao leaned forward and asked eagerly.
"Can't you be more steady! What's the hurry? You keep calling her a b*tch. If Lu Yu hears it, you won't have a good time! That little brat values Lu Yao more than his own life!" Song Qinglian raised her head and reprimanded unhappily. Her tone was a little stern.
"I know. Isn't he still upstairs…" Song Miaomiao pouted unhappily.
