Su Yin stared at her with disgust and retorted, "Don't try to cozy up to me here. I've only ever had one mother from the start to the finish, and that's Xu Juan!"
This statement nearly made Meng He, who was lying on the bed pretending to be ill, sit up in anger.
Damned Su Yin! Damned ingrate!
Meng He desperately suppressed the urge to get up.
Su Beibei looked at her in disbelief and asked coldly, "Yinyin, don't you think what you said was too selfish and hurtful? Mom has raised you for more than twenty years, after all. 'The grace of upbringing is greater than heaven,' have you forgotten this old saying?"
A cold chill appeared in Su Yin's shallow, glass-colored eyes. "Don't morally kidnap me here. What I owed you and the Su Family, I've long since repaid!"
She walked over and took a careful look at Meng He's face. Although a bit pale, it was not a big deal.
The breathing data displayed on the device beside them was always smooth and rhythmic.
