The old lady looked as if she had been struck by lightning, her lips constantly moving, yet, unable to utter a word.
She clutched her chest, her eyes cloudy and unwillingly wide open, her expression looking fierce and terrifying.
Li Mingzhu had never seen such an ugly side of her.
After all, for many years, the old lady had prided herself on her status, long past being the earthy rural woman she once was.
It's funny when you think about it, she herself came from a humble background; it was only after the Qiao family's business grew significantly that she started living the good life.
Having lived comfortably for so long, she forgot she too had once endured hardships and put in hard labor, learning to mimic the aristocratic ladies with their tea tasting and flower arranging, fasting, and praying.
Over the years, Qiao Muye had increased the family's fortune by who knows how many times.
Being Qiao Muye's mother, she naturally received even greater respect.
