"What do you mean?"
In the coffee shop next door, Lu Mojing and Mrs. Yang sat facing each other, Lu Mojing looking coldly at Mrs. Yang, fury in his eyes.
"As a mother, I am certainly heartbroken if my daughter is not living well."
Mrs. Yang stirred her coffee, slowly beginning to speak.
She didn't delve deeply into Lu Zhizhou's life. She only knew that Lu Mohai had a daughter and the inheritance rights would surely be hers. Lu Zhizhou was running a small shop, busy from dawn till dusk every day.
So, Mrs. Yang consistently believed that Lu Zhizhou was not living a good life.
"Which eye of yours saw Zhuozhou leading a bad life?"
Fury filled Lu Mojing's eyes as he coldly stared at Mrs. Yang.
The small shop was Lu Zhizhou's own choice, opened out of love. Lu Zhizhou successfully married He Chenguang, who treated her very well.
Lu Zhizhou was living well because she was living her life according to her own wishes.
