Su Yunlei walked up to her, "What right do you have to talk to my mom like that?"
She wanted to push Su Tian, but Su Tian grabbed her wrist.
"Su Yunlei, you have a mother who's a mistress. Don't you find it shameful?"
"Su Tian, let go of me." Su Yunlei struggled.
"I won't let go, what about it? Is that not okay?"
Mother Su felt very sad seeing this. She had indeed endured too much these years, which was why her daughter turned out like this.
"Tiantian."
"Mom, since we ran into them today, we can't lose. Look at the clothes you like here, I'll buy them for you."
Mother Su's face was pale. How did her daughter end up like this?
"Tiantian, you..."
Su Tian knew what her mother thought—that she was just being impulsive—but that wasn't it. She just wanted to express some filial piety to her mom.
Lin Qiao sneered, "Just sleeping with a rich man for a few days and having some money, and now you're pretending you're all that?"
