Lin Qiao smirked: "Then you'd better hurry up, I'm really bored here. When I'm bored, I might carve a slice on your mother's face, or maybe slice a tendon from her foot. Whatever I choose will depend on my mood."
She spoke carelessly, but Su Tian found her words extremely revolting, warning: "When I get there, if you dare to lay a finger on my mom, I'll make sure you experience everything she did, ten times over."
"Alright, but don't be too slow. I wonder if your mom will still be alive to wait for you."
Su Tian really wanted to kill someone; she wished she could grow wings and fly straight to Xu Hongmei's side.
Qiao Yaoran glanced over, apologetically saying: "I'm sorry, it was my oversight."
Su Tian's expression softened a bit: "Uncle, this has nothing to do with you. Don't think that it's your lack of vigilance that let Lin Qiao exploit this gap. She's been plotting this plan since she left, knowing my mom so well that she'd fall into the trap no matter what."
