"That's good. Aunt Yue, have you ever thought about whether Ling Mohan's kindness to you has anything to do with your blood?" Bai Xiao's voice gradually lowered.
This question was too sharp. She had been holding back from asking it. Why did she say it today?
Gu Yingyue fell silent, and Bai Xiao awkwardly wanted to find a reason to hang up, but didn't dare to.
After a few minutes, Gu Yingyue finally said, "It has nothing to do with it. He loves me, and I love him. Our love has nothing to do with interests."
Her tone was very determined, making Bai Xiao reluctant to say anything further, and she gently uttered, "Mm."
"Bai Xiao, I know your worries. I'm weak, but not confused. Time will prove everything, including our backgrounds. Until then, we both have to live well!" Gu Yingyue's voice wasn't loud but was full of strength.
At this moment, Bai Xiao seemed to see a strong middle-aged woman, fighting with all her might to protect her love and family.
