Song Wenchuan pursed his lips and watched quietly from the side.
"What did you say?"
Zhou Manli's temples throbbed. She sized up Song Jingwan in anger and amusement while speaking in a mocking tone, "Wanwan, are you stupid? You're lying to me because you want to speak up for that wretched girl?"
"Mother... I didn't!"
Song Jingwan opened her mouth helplessly and looked at Song Wenchuan in panic.
Her eyes were slightly red. It seemed as though she was afraid that Song Wenchuan would hate her. She quickly held back her tears; her eyes were just a little misty.
"Wenchuan, tell her, didn't I do a lot of wrong things? This is all my fault, isn't it?"
Zhou Manli was so angry that she laughed instead. "Great! You're speaking up for that wretched girl! I think t you and your sister were sent by the heavens to torture me! You've always been against me. Did she brainwash you two with a bewitching potion?"
"Mom... no..."
