Mei Qiong looked at Mei Yao.
The look in her eyes was no different from looking at a thankless wolf.
Her entire being radiated a cold, fierce anger.
Originally prepared to go upstairs, Mei Qiong's toes slightly moved.
She approached downstairs.
Step by step, she walked toward Mei Yao.
With each step, her anger grew more intense.
"What else do you want to say?"
Mei Qiong's cold voice was like the frost in the dead of winter.
"Infidelity?"
"Isn't that being too subtle?"
"Why not just say I'm a prostitute?"
Mei Qiong looked at Mei Yao; her indifferent tone was as if she was facing a stranger irrelevant to her, and this person had touched her interests.
The relationship between the Mei family mother and daughters was already weak.
Once the scale tips, trying to regain anything becomes very difficult.
When Li Mu was extremely biased toward Mei Yao.
Everything changed.
They seemed to have become a triangle of interests, with no blood relations.
