"Of course not, it's just a little trick." Tong Mo shook her head, took a deep breath, and held Mengmeng's hand to tell her about the plan. "Li Mother has humiliated me like this, I have to make her apologize to me personally!"
Otherwise, she couldn't swallow her anger.
Seeing that she had made up her mind, Mengmeng, as a friend, could only support her, "Yes, Li Mother should taste her own bitter fruit."
At these words, Tong Mo grasped the pregnancy check paper tightly, a shadow flickering in her eyes.
"It's getting late, we should go back." She then said.
"Let's go."
Mengmeng picked up the car keys.
When they got home, Tong Mo had just opened the door and saw Yu Qiqi wearing a silk camisole dress, diligently serving a fruit platter to Li Zijue and Chenchen.
"You two have been playing chess for so long, you should take a break. Come on, have some fruit and rest." She gently offered the fruit platter.
"..."
However, neither the father nor the son gave her even a glance.
