Lin Shuangshuang spoke fluently, almost blurting out the rest of her sentence before she quickly shut her mouth, her expression somewhat sheepish.
Ye Anran glared at Lin Shuangshuang, her eyes filled with deep hatred.
She almost broke down, unable to bear any criticism towards Bo Jinyu. The panic was something she had never felt before—she knew full well that a single comment meant little, but it still terrified and unnerved her.
"And what about Jinyu?" A calm, elegant voice rose, as Qiu Liya slowly approached.
"Mom, mom, you're here. I meant to say that Uncle still hasn't given any news, and she's making a scene here. How is this acceptable?" Lin Shuangshuang looked at Qiu Liya, fear twisting her words around.
At that moment, Qiu Liya's hatred for Lin Shuangshuang deepened.
Is the whole elder's family hoping for Jinyu's death?
For the first time, Qiu Liya couldn't tolerate this family! Just seeing them irritated her, and she didn't want to hold back anymore.
