"If she doesn't take us back, we'll ruin their future!"
Everyone spoke one after another. Old Madam was surrounded in the middle. Thinking of that day when she came to the residence, Bai Jingyuan curled his lips coldly and said, "Little Yu doesn't have a grandmother, so I don't either." How aggrieved and ashamed he was.
"That's right. They don't even acknowledge us anymore. What does their future have to do with us?"
"We should let their colleagues and the Emperor see their true colors!"
They spoke with their faces red and necks thick like rats in the gutter, thinking about how to drag everyone down.
Old Madam narrowed her eyes fiercely. "Alright! We'll report her tomorrow! If we die, we'll die together!"
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In the capital's Chengtian Manor.
Bai Yu'er's family woke up early in the morning. Old Madam personally beat the drum to voice her grievances. A group of people quickly gathered below to watch the commotion.
