Zhou Cheng, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "Your grandma is right, you carry the Zhou surname, not the Fu surname. Don't let your arm turn outward. By the way, daughter, isn't the Fu Family quite wealthy? I've been eyeing a car recently, can you help your dad talk to the Fu Family about sending me one, how about it?"
Fu Yin finally couldn't hold back anymore and said angrily, "Who is your daughter? Even if I'm not born into the Fu Family, I have nothing to do with you. It's really disgusting."
"What are you talking about?" Qiu Sumei said with a stern face.
The granddaughter hadn't even been taken back yet, and Qiu Sumei was already eager to educate her.
Fu Yin then put her gaze back on Qiu Sumei's face.
The old lady looked fierce, without a bit of kindness, her small eyes full of cunning calculation. Truly, it's said that one's looks reflect their heart, making her repugnant just to look at.
