The mannerism of a matriarch

"Worriless Nie… Haha… You're the true demon from head to tail. The blood on my hands is all thanks to you. It was you who taught me how to kill… What right do you have to ride above me? In terms of strategy and intelligence, how could you compare to me at all? You should be the adopted one."

Sweat soaked Nie Linglong's forehead, but a sneer remained on her face.

"I taught you because I wanted you to have the ability to protect yourself in the future, not to allow you to harm the Nie family and commit crimes," Ye Wanwan replied expressionlessly.

Back then, Ye Wanwan taught Nie Linglong exactly as Grandpa taught her.

Her original intention was love, but how a person comprehended it relied solely on them.

"Worriless Nie, everyone from the Nie family deserves to die… How many good days do you have left…?" Nie Linglong fiercely glared at Ye Wanwan.

"Oh right, I nearly forgot until you mentioned it. You can't die yet."