"Godmother, I've thought of someone, but I think it shouldn't be her!"
Yuan Bao thought of Sheng Xueyi, yet felt it was unlikely to be her. There wasn't any deep-rooted hatred between them, only minor grievances.
Speaking of which, the minor grievances between them were just like children's play-fights.
Due to previous selective amnesia, Yuan Bao had forgotten her identity as a transmigrator and naturally didn't remember Sheng Xueyi's oddity, only subconsciously feeling she should keep her distance from Sheng Xueyi.
In her memory, Sheng Xueyi had always been targeting her, this little child, so in her eyes, Sheng Xueyi was a bad person.
But this kind of bad didn't reach the extent of needing to take lives.
"Tell godmother what you're thinking!"
Mrs. Wei Shen looked at Yuan Bao with a serious expression, "You're still young, and there are things you might not understand. However, you must be cautious; our intuition is often correct!"
