What Are You Trying to Scheme Again?
Su Xinyue instantly teared up with a pitiful expression. "Sister, my mom and I really have no ill intentions. It's just that your wedding is less than a month away, so we need to prepare the dowry in advance."
Her words sounded reasonable, but Su Yijia crossed her arms over her chest, staring at her fixedly, clearly not believing her.
Su Xinyue felt so pressured by her gaze that she could barely lift her head. She thought Su Yijia would refuse, and she was contemplating whether to say anything else. However, Su Yijia nodded and said, "Since that's the case, wait for me here. I'll help my husband back to bed for a nap."
"Sister, I can help you," Su Xinyue hurriedly approached, wanting to push Qin Kaize's wheelchair.
But she was forcefully pushed to the ground by Su Yijia. The pain made her gasp for air, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Sister..." She cried out pitifully.
Her voice was melodious and trembling, almost seductive.