Although Su Yan hadn't harmed her and her son with her own hands, every single thing she did pushed Jiayi and Zaizai into danger.
"Committing murder with a borrowed knife"?
This bone-chilling term was something Jiayi really didn't want to utter, because she felt it didn't fit with the elegant and refined white-collar beauty before her, who was civilized and polite.
Su Yan's face stiffened, her fists clenched tightly, and then slowly relaxed: "Xiaoyi—"
"Enough, I don't want to listen." Jiayi turned her face away in disgust, "Whatever our relationship was before, I don't care, from now on, I don't want to see you again."
From now on, I don't want to see you again... These words made Su Yan suddenly look up, if these words were spoken, how could Huo Zhenyang possibly keep her around?
She took a deep breath as the tears she had held back finally burst forth from their confines: "Xiaoyi, I've already apologized, won't you forgive me? I was truly confused at the time."
