Su Wan looked at Su Qing's pretentious face and was speechless.
How can someone be so shameless? I really want to throw her into a cesspool.
She suddenly understood why some people would insist on persisting even when they were clearly in the wrong—it was because they were selfish to the extreme, just like Su Qing.
She is the greatest in the world.
Heaven is the most important person, she is second only to Heaven, and her parents are just tools for her to achieve her goals.
After all, life is only a few decades long, and without morality there is no suffering.
Originally, she didn't care what kind of despicable things they wanted to do, as long as they didn't hurt her. But they still wanted to treat her the same way they treated her when they first brought her back.
We'll have to ask her if she agrees.
Of course, if Qin Yi agreed, she could just pack up and leave right now.
Of course, the Su family will definitely support Su Qing with all their might. If Qin Yi marries Su Qing, as their most beloved daughter, the Su couple will definitely give her the best. No matter how you look at it, it's much better than marrying him.
Will Qin Yi agree?
Just as Su Qing was about to suffocate and began to struggle, Su Wan whispered in her ear, "You must still remember how your biological mother died, right?"
Su Qing was so frightened that she forgot to struggle. Her face turned from bright red to pale in an instant, with an eerie red tinge, making her look like a dead person in makeup.
It's just so unpleasant to look at.
Su Wan looked at Su Qing's reaction with satisfaction, "How does it feel to be near death? Your mother felt the same way when she died, right? Don't forget that."
Su Wan curled her lips and tossed Su Qing aside.
Su Qing quickly went through the process in her mind, and after much deliberation, she finally managed a forced smile. "Since my sister is unwilling, I will talk to Mom."
Seeing Su Qing's changed attitude, Su Wan raised an eyebrow: "Who said I'm unwilling? I'm willing."
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