"Then how can you be sure that Han Binglan is Young Lady Luo's daughter?" Byron frowned.
"Young Lady Luo's man is my current husband. Do you think it's a coincidence?" Dina smiled sarcastically. "I've said everything I need to say. In short, whether it's for ourselves or for Mother, that woman called Han Binglan has to die."
"It's just…" Byron scratched his head. "I don't even think novels dare to write like this…"
"Whether they dare to write it or not, it's the truth." Dina waved her red-coated hand. "So, we have to end this matter. As long as she dies, this matter will be over. Completely over."
