"Do I really need to check this kind of thing? I can pretty much figure it out myself!"
Qin Mu said, hugging the still warm hot water bag, and scrutinizing Qin Mingzhu, "You said in a WeChat message that you confronted Huanhuan's grandma, what's that about?"
Qin Mingzhu instinctively lifted her eyes, which were both shrewd and playful.
"Hehe! Well, it's fine if you don't know about it, it's actually not a big deal."
Qin Mingzhu's tone suddenly dipped, as if she had trouble speaking.
Qin Mu looked at her sharply, without saying a word, but Qin Mingzhu was trembling.
"Oh dear! It's just that, after you left, I was upset, so I confronted her, saying she bullied us sisters because we don't have a mom and dad."
The more Qin Mingzhu spoke, the more scared she became, her voice lowering to the point where she didn't dare to lift her face.
Qin Mu wanted to laugh but felt a bit sad inside.
