Qiu Yilan looked at that enraged face, feeling a wave of satisfaction in her heart. She raised her eyebrows, "Excessive? Hah, is speaking the truth considered excessive? It's still better than the shameless daughter of a mistress showing up at the door."
She took two or three steps, circled around Yue Rongrong, and admired the woman's current mess, "What's the matter, now that the Yue Family is done for, you're thinking of swindling our Shangshang again? I've said it many times, Shangshang doesn't have a sister born from a mistress, yet you insist on calling him 'brother,' doesn't it disgust you? If you're intent on disgusting people, then do us a favor and get lost, and don't appear in front of our Shangshang."
Yue Rongrong had never been this angry before; if she could, she'd love to bite this vile woman in front of her several times.
