"It seems that what I said was right. You would rather leave your unconscious husband behind to stop me. This shows how deeply you love Su Zhanyu."

Su Aixiu's rationality was completely stimulated and she reached out to pull it back.

But this time Su Wanwan didn't just stand there and wait.

He reached out and grabbed Su Aixiu's wrist, then pulled her closer, so that the mother and daughter were almost face to face.

"Mom, do you know a saying?

As hatred grows, so does love. Are you so obsessed with Su Zhanyu?"

When Su Aixiu was questioned by her own daughter, her whole body began to tremble. It was not the trembling of fear, but the trembling of anger.

She was shaking so much that Su Wanwan even suspected she was going to fall apart.

I don’t know how long it lasted, Su Aixiu shook off Su Wanwan’s hand and sat back dejectedly.

"Wanwan, you really look a lot like her!"

Su Wanwan was puzzled, but did not ask any further questions. She sat beside him, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

"You really look like your grandmother. I used to think you were like your father, someone who appears tough but is actually a complete fool. Now I realize you take after your grandmother."

I always feel that following someone's words is like cursing them.

Su Wanwan curled her lips, her eyes showing indifference, and let Su Aixiu continue talking. Anyway, she would just wait until Su Zhanyu came.

"Your grandmother stood in front of me that year and said something that nearly made her hang herself on the spot. If it weren't for you and your sister being so young, I would have really died."

"Don't use me and my sister as an excuse. You don't deserve it."

Su Aixiu laughed:

“I don’t deserve it?

You actually said I'm not worthy?

Su Wanwan, you are truly cold-blooded. Anyone in this world can say I am unworthy, but you cannot. Only you cannot."