900. What kind of trouble can you stir up?

"What are you trying to say?"

Qiaoxu didn't want to hear any more morally corrupt words coming out of Qin Shuyi's mouth.

This woman had already lost her moral compass. When mentioning Lu Jun's death from back then, she also had no pain or regret, only pure schadenfreude.

"Chen Guo had always wanted to swallow Lu's family. Back then, his foundation was shaky and he was taken care of by Grandma Lu. But it's different now, she's old and lying in the hospital, who knows how much longer she will live. As for you..."

Qin Shuyi looked Qiaoxu up and down, with a condescending attitude, not hiding the contempt in her eyes, and said to Qiaoxu:

"You, a woman who can only rely on Lu Moqing's support, what can you do without him?"

Facing Qin Shuyi's undisguised disdain in her words, Qiaoxu wasn't angry. Xia Yumo, who was standing beside her, couldn't bear it and was about to say something, but was stopped by Qin Shuyi.