An Xueqi, who had already been thoroughly berated, could no longer comprehend Zhou Shiran's thinking. "Mom, why are you getting more and more cowardly? If we hadn't seized the initiative to crush her earlier, it's too late to do anything now, and it's all your fault. She's going to expose more, and she'll keep slandering me."
"What do you know? If you had exposed her, she would directly claim she's the legitimate daughter, and you are the daughter of the mistress. You framed her for rape and having a child. Then you would be the one getting cursed even more," Zhou Shiran roared softly.
Only then did An Xueqi understand. "But we can't just sit here and wait for death, everybody will think we're just tacitly agreeing."