Lin Qing, who fell to the ground, felt as if countless bricks were smashing down on her.
Her head was spinning, and her chest ached.
How could Song Yunuan be like this?
Was her mouth made of knives?
Not just that, Lin Qing's mind was in chaos, yet she suddenly felt that what Song Yunuan said was right; it was Song Yunuan who was lucky.
She had never suffered a single day in her life.
She and her sister had tasted hardship.
And what about antiques being swapped out?
Was it like the jade Ruyi that was replaced?
Impossible, those antiques should all be genuine.
Then there was Hu Zhi, that venomous woman still living in the villa; she should have driven her out.
That half-brother from another mother was clamoring right in front of her that everything was his.
Does he have no shame?
But what could she do if he was shameless?
Such a beautiful villa, and her niece had never even been there—why should that bastard live there as if it was his right?
Ahhh!
