Lin Qianru's lips trembled as she looked at her daughter's indifferent eyes.
"I…Roulan …I gave it to your First Aunt. I don't know how Wen Zuyan got it. I thought…if one day Wen Zuyan threw her out of the Mo family's home …she …she will have a home to come with her daughter."
Mo Roulan didn't say anything as her mother continued to defend herself.
"I really don't know…I …believe me…"
"Mom, when I asked you to promise me that you will not talk to any one of them then I had meant every single of them."
Tears fell continuously out of Lin Qianru's eyes.
But Mo Roulan clenched her fists and indifferently turned around to go inside Mo Chen's room. She locked the door and sat there leaning against it.
It was not that she doesn't believe her mother. The problem lies in her mother's naivety.
She continued sitting there and looked at the bed where Mo Chen was resting with closed eyes.
