"All my so‑called cleverness, wasted—never thought I, Zhu Meihua, would give birth to a daughter this stupid."
"Mom!" Ping Simin, stung by the scolding, suddenly lost control, flinging herself off the bed and rushing toward the wall. Ping Qing, who'd been listening in the living room and was already prepared, grabbed her the moment she jumped down.
"Cut it out." Ping Qing shouted irritably, "What's the point of keeping on yelling and making a scene now?"
"Ge, you're not going to help me either?" Ping Simin collapsed against Ping Qing's chest, asking in utter heartbreak.
Ping Qing shook his head. "You're my little sister—how could I not help you? Don't worry, I'll help you." These days he'd been racking his brains to find out who that guy was that night. Unfortunately, ordinary people can't touch the Gu Family; he needed time.
