The calluses on your hands are from when you were painting.

The old lady's eyes were filled with tears as she recalled her childhood.

Even when Shen Shuyuan was a child, she was still considered an exceptionally intelligent child.

She noticed that there was something wrong with her personality and felt that she was prone to going astray. She tried to guide her, but in the end, it was all in vain.

That's why she vowed to never let her get close to Shen Jinmo.

She was afraid she would ruin her grandson.

"You old hag, you really don't have long to live, you're just talking nonsense." Song Anran originally thought that the old woman was going to die, so she used the child in her belly to show off in front of her.

I didn't expect it to backfire.

She got up impatiently, wanting to leave.

The old woman wasn't about to let her go: "I don't know how you escaped death, but you've done so many bad things, and you still have Lu Zhiwei's grandmother's life in your hands. Don't think you can just leave like this. I'm calling the police."

The old lady shakily reached for her phone, which was on the bedside table.

Song Anran strode over, grabbed the old man's phone, forcibly turned it off, and threw it onto the sofa not far away.

"Fine, I'll lay my cards on the table with you today. Anyway, you're not far from death. I am Shen Shuyuan, the Shen Shuyuan who was picked up by your Shen family and then ruthlessly abandoned."

With her arms crossed, Song Anran arrogantly approached the old lady step by step.

The malice on his face distorted his features, making him look like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The old woman slumped back onto the bed, pointing at her weakly, and said, "You..."

The Shen Shuyuan before me is very different from the one before.

She used to be patient and discreet, appearing gentle and mild-mannered on the surface, unlike her current arrogant and domineering nature.