"Why does it sound like Miss Jiu is deliberately framing me?" Du Xin Yu was half smiling and half cold.
"Look at you. You look like you want to slap me in front of Grandpa. Of course, I won't say anything bad about you." Lu Jiu Jiu was absent-minded and still playing games. She continued to speak coldly, "Besides, did I mention you just now? Why are you assuming it is about you?"
"Wine!" said Lu Zhan.
"Cousin, you have such a big temper!" The man spoke with a gloomy expression.
Lu Jiu Jiu glanced at the man who just spoke and thought to herself, like mother, like son.
"You must be joking. Aunt Du's temper is worse than mine."
She was also the beloved daughter of the Lu family. She had been pampered by Lu Chu Yao since she was young.
The ones she despised the most were Du Xin Yu and her son, Lu Yi Hen. These two outsiders were still thinking of taking over the Lu family's business. They were too shameless.