Lin Liyin had suspicions about the old lady's motives. Was her own mother deliberately leaking information to make outsiders doubt Zhou Jiao to retaliate against her and her father? Otherwise, with the old lady's shrewdness, how could she come up with such an outrageous idea?
As a daughter, there were things she couldn't say. But Zhou Xiaozheng and his daughter weren't fools; she didn't believe that if she could think of this, they wouldn't have thought of it either.
Seeing her still angry, Lin Liyin sighed silently. Some things aren't just about making a move; it also depends on whether others are willing to engage.
"Alright, don't be angry. I'll go over immediately. Is there anything else? Write it down slowly, and I'll handle it all together."
Mrs. Lin wanted to smile in satisfaction but quickly realized she couldn't. Frustrated, she tore the paper with her pen and then carved deeply into it — telling them to come over immediately.
