"Was it Luo Hongying and grandma who conspired to harm you, right?"
"Qiangwei!" Ding Fanying quickly looked in the direction of the door and lowered her voice, "It really wasn't, it's all mother's fault. You promise mom, don't quarrel with the second miss or your grandma, don't fall out with them, it won't do you any good..."
Any good?
Luo Qiangwei sneered; she could slave away for the Luo family's unworthy bunch and still not gain an iota of benefit. Moreover, she didn't give a damn about any so-called benefits.
Ding Fanying looked at her daughter's cold and beautiful face, which was etched with intense mockery, and was somewhat stunned. In her memory... her Qiangwei had never been the kind to sneer like this.
She was arrogant and bossy, willful and illogical, willing to give everything she had to chase after Moh Shiche, but she had always been bright and cheerful, as if to her, the world was a delicate flower blooming in haste, where everything was beautiful.
