Without the support from the Song family or even becoming enemies with them, how could Song Zhuolan and her son stand firm in the Ye family?
Any young talents were only losers after all without support behind them.
"You… You…"
Song Zhuolan clutched her finger with a pale face as she widened her eyes and gazed at Lu Zijia with a surprised look.
If she didn't believe that Lu Zijia was a master at all one minute ago, she was now skeptical.
After all, her finger still had that faint piercing pain up till now. This couldn't be an illusion.
But how would there be such a coincidence?
Besides, she thought that the Lu Zijia in front of her had changed, as if this wasn't the weak and incapable Lu Zijia at all.
"Mom."
Ye Nambo went forward to hold his mother and gave her a signal with his eyes, telling her to leave it to him.
