Once the seeds of hatred were planted, they would grow wildly. The jealousy in Song Yin's heart was growing even bigger. After class, she picked up her phone and called her mother. "I can't take it anymore. When can we send Song Fan away?"
Meng Yu comforted her daughter on the other end of the phone. "Wait a little longer. I'll go back to help you when I'm done here. That girl should go back to the countryside by then. The most important thing for you now is to coax your brother. As long as we have his support, we don't have to be afraid of anything."
With her mother's assurance, Song Yin finally calmed down. After hanging up the phone, she returned to her sweet smile and walked out of the bathroom with the dignity of a rich family's daughter.
