Meng Jingfen: "..."
Meng Chuyue was really out of line, wasn't she?
She actually encouraged an outsider to swindle her own biological father's money.
Wait, she doesn't even want a cent of the money she gets back, and she's offering a reward?
Is she sick?
No, she must not be short on cash.
Oh dear, that Aunt Qin must be a tycoon or something, right?
Meng Jingfen's mind churned with thoughts of using Meng Chuyue to climb up to "Aunt Qin".
Her eyes darted around, then rested on Meng Chuyue's plump red lips, and she asked in surprise, "Nice lipstick? Don't tell me you've put on lipstick too."
If so, the lipstick on Meng Chuyue's lips looked too natural.
Indeed, it was "nice" lipstick, much better than hers that never seemed to apply evenly no matter what.
Meng Chuyue nodded with a smile, "Of course, otherwise how could my lips look this pretty?"
As she spoke, she puckered her lips playfully, quite pleased with herself.