"When did I ever harm you?" Qiao Qingyu raised her voice and coldly demanded an answer.
Han Liuya's gaze flickered, and she kept silent.
Qiao Qingyu sneered, "When we were young, you said my face was pretty, then you grabbed my hair and stuffed me into the stove pit. Don't think that just because so many years have passed I have forgotten."
"I was young back then; what did I know?"
"Now you've grown up, you should understand. Don't be so spiteful with your words, you should know what 'disasters stem from the mouth' means."
"I don't know, I never went to school, I don't know anything," Han Liuya said shamelessly.
"Alright, stop arguing, both of you. Let's get down to business. Qingyu, do you agree or not? If you agree, Grandma needs to start now."
Qiao Qingyu glanced at Han Lishi, nodded, and spoke in a deep voice, "I agree. Bring out everything you have."
Both Han Lishi's and Han Liuya's eyes gleamed with joy simultaneously.
