"Your illness hasn't healed yet, stay a while longer."
Yu Ruohuan pointed at the TV: "Then kill her, and I'll do what you say."
Wei Zhuhua gazed at her deeply: "You hate her because you're jealous of her, right?"
Yu Ruohuan sneered through clenched teeth: "A wild chicken from the mountains, worthy of my jealousy? Are you kidding?"
"Just because she's Sang Ziming's great-granddaughter."
Yu Ruohuan looked up in disbelief, meeting Wei Zhuhua's unfathomable eyes.
Wei Zhuhua seemed unaware of the bombshell she dropped with her words, calmly saying: "You and your grandmother are profoundly insecure by nature. She was jealous of Sang Ziming, with a hatred that almost destroyed her. You inherited her legacy, and I truly regret letting you grow up by her side."
Wei Zhuhua's words revealed the deeply ingrained baseness etched into four generations of the Yu family.
During this time, she hasn't been idle, investigating Shen You'an.
