Zhou Xiaomin clenched her lip tightly. Ten seconds later, she revealed a smile which she thought was amiable and said to Qiuqiu, "Qiuqiu, don't you know me anymore? I am Auntie Xiaomin. Your father and I are good friends all the time. I won't lie to you. How long have you known this woman? She is not kind to you. "
She tried to stand up and walk to Qiuqiu in order to squeeze Gu Qingli away. However, her ability was limited because her ankles were swollen, and she couldn’t stand up.
On the contrary, because of the wound, all she could do was to shout loudly. Gu Qingli looked at the ugly state of the woman in front of her, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"I'm sorry, Auntie, I don't know you, and we're not kids anymore. We can distinguish who's really good to us or not. Isn't it, Youyou?"
Qiuqiu hummed, and his speech was organized. In the end, he even asked for Youyou's opinion.