Qiao Nan covered the receiver and walked outside calmly, looking for somewhere isolated before she said coldly to the phone, "You should know very well about Qiao Zijin's incident. I have already warned you that day at home."
"H-how dare you!"
"Why not! You kept bullying me. If I don't retaliate, won't I be doing an injustice to myself?" Qiao Nan sneered. It turned out that her mother thought that she was merely threatening her and would not really do it.
Ding Jiayi gripped the phone tightly. She had to resist the urge to smash the phone.
She paid a certain amount of money to get the phone. If she smashed it, she would have to spend money to get another phone. "How can you be so evil? Zijin is your sister!"
"I don't wish to be your daughter. Mom, you should know that certain traits are hereditary. At least, this proves that my sister, you, and I are related by blood." This was the pot calling the kettle black. She was no better than her.
