Fu Qin could not believe it. Even if she had the intention, she would not be so desperate as to seduce Lin Zhaonan, who could be her son.
"Your dad and I are not what you think we are. We are just friends. We're only friends. Are you angry?"
What was this black-hearted person pretending to be? Lin Gantang was disgusted. "I heard you say this before my mum's hospital bed. I don't need to trouble you to repeat it. It makes people gag."
"Looks like we won't have a chance to talk calmly in the future?" Fu Qin's expression changed again.
"Of course we do. I'm not like you. I'm more magnanimous. When you're a hundred years old, I'll calmly come to your grave to burn some joss paper. It won't be a problem for me to say a few words."
Fu Qin's face changed colors; it was stunning.
"Lin Mingzhuo! Listen to what your daughter said!" Fu Qin shouted furiously upstairs.
