On the third floor of the Lu family villa.
Song Qinglian dragged the distracted Song Miaomiao back to the room with a gloomy expression.
"Mom! Believe me! Lu Yao is really a ghost! She said she was going to take my life!" Song Miaomiao was incoherent, snot and tears all over her face. "Mom, save me. I don't want to die…"
"Why are you so shocked! What do you look like!" Song Qinglian frowned at her and said fiercely, "This b*tch is deliberately scaring you. I really underestimated her. Previously, she had been acting like a yes-man and didn't fight for anything. It seems that she was just confusing us!"
Lu Yao must be deliberately scaring her daughter. Song Qinglian had lived most of her life, so she wouldn't believe in ghosts or gods.
Song Miaomiao hurriedly shook her head, her lips still pale. "Mom, she's really a ghost! Just now, her eyes suddenly became dark! There was no white at all! Mom, believe me, she's really a ghost!"
