Su Beibei's eyes turned red as she nodded forcefully, yet sighed softly, her gaze sweeping over Meng He on the hospital bed with a hint of helplessness.
"I've always treated Yinyin as my own sister, and I understand that she couldn't handle the sudden change in her identity, but what she did this time was really too much."
Qi Jincheng pursed his lips and didn't speak, but the image of Su Yin's impatient attitude during their recent phone call involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
If Su Yin could be so cold and heartless towards her foster mother of over twenty years, how could he ever expect her to have any real feelings for him?
Probably, Su Yin was hiding in some corner right now, holding her divorce papers and sneaking a laugh.
Having just organized the information for the secondhand auction, Su Yin suddenly sneezed.
She raised her hand to rub her nose.
"Who is cursing me?"
