Lai Qinghuan's gaze grew increasingly venomous, "Do you want to be Qiao An's mother? Are you seeing that her father is now worth something and want to kick my dad and me aside?"
Hen Meixin had indeed revived old feelings as she had coffee with Sheng Lingyun.
But these thoughts could only live in the most hidden corners of her heart. Once spoken aloud, exposed to the light of day, they became the most direct slap, mercilessly striking her in the face.
Especially because the person who exposed it all was her most beloved daughter.
This invisible slap stung particularly badly.
"Qinghuan, do you even know what you're saying?" Hen Meixin trembled all over, her gaze complex as she looked at the raging Lai Qinghuan.
How could she say that to her?
She's her mother, how could she say that to her!
Moreover, everything she was doing, for whom was it?
Lowering her dignity to meet Sheng Lingyun and talk about the past, wasn't it all for the Lai Group?
