In Mrs. Murong's view, as a mother, reaching this point was already losing face, but her son didn't appreciate her efforts at all.
In her anxiety, she blurted out words that shouldn't have been said: "You even said, aren't you and her..." broken up?
Before the mother could finish, the man's eyes turned sharp...
He asked again; the question directed at his mother, but his sharp gaze fell on Ling Weixuan: "What's with her?"
Seeing his hidden anger, Ling Weixuan deliberately stood up to play the good person: "That's enough, Auntie, don't say anymore. It's not his fault. If you need to blame someone, blame..."
"Blame me?"
A cold remark, accompanied by clear sounds of shoes hitting the floor, when the three turned back, they saw Gu Qianqian with a face full of fury.
Against the light, her fair little face appeared tender, but the fire burning in her eyes was impossible to conceal.
Or rather, she had no intention of hiding her anger at all...
