Su Yuerou sat there pale-faced, visibly restless.
Even Fu Yixing's expression was unpleasant, and as for the elder, he didn't know what to say at this moment.
His gaze shifted, and the elder suddenly turned to Su Qingnuan.
"Yuerou, don't you have anything to say?"
Her? What use would it be for her to say anything?
Shaking her head slowly, Su Qingnuan replied helplessly, "Grandpa, I have nothing to say."
"Sister," Su Yuerou rubbed the corner of her eye, her voice soft, "Are you really going to just watch your sister get bullied like this?"
Bullied?
Su Qingnuan's lips twitched, her expression half sneering as she looked at Su Yuerou. "Actually, it's quite good this way. Before marriage, keeping a suitable distance benefits both parties, doesn't it?"
Su Yuerou's movements stiffened, a flash of hatred igniting in her eyes as she glared at Su Qingnuan.
Su Qingnuan was not to be outdone, glaring back at her.
