Cutting Chu Fang’s backhand
"Zhu Qing, I was like a real sister to your late mother. Whenever your mother was busy, it was only me who used to entertain you!"
Seeing Zhu Qing's emotionless eyes, Zhu Lina, the woman standing in front, cried even more loudly.
Everyone present in the hall had an ugly face, and even though they didn't have much bonding with Zhu Qing, they still agreed that Zhu Lina was so caring and considerate of Zhu Qing, so why is she not being given an antidote?
"Indeed, you are right, but.."
Hearing Zhu Qing's slow yet soft words, Zhu Lina, for a moment, felt that she perhaps could be saved.
"Dear aunty, it's not only me for whom you played an aunt, right?"
"Huhh?"