She looked at Qin Yin again, her eyes filled with malicious hatred, yet she managed to squeeze out a smile on her face. "Yinyin, don't joke around. Today is a day for reunion, a little joke is fine, but this kind of heavy joke, how can your aunt bear it?"
"I'm not joking." Qin Yin widened her eyes, giggling, "Auntie, your memory is really poor. Don't you remember? Two years ago, you said it to my sister. No one was around, I heard when I was passing by my sister's room. Since then, I have always kept it in mind, I dare not forget it."
Qin Muliang's face got darker and darker as she listened. She felt she simply couldn't stay here any longer, but everyone else seemed to enjoy the drama unfolding.
Only Qin Han was pale, she didn't expect Qin Yin to overhear the conversation she'd had with her mother. Forcing a smile, she said: "Sister, you must have been dreaming. Mum never said anything like this to me."
