Qin Mingzhu looked at her expression and laughed after a few seconds: "I really don't want to say this to you. What right do you have to sit with me and talk about my mom? No matter what, my mom raised me, but you? You lived a life of luxury in someone else's home, and now you've come back—"
"Qin Mingzhu, we're the same, enjoying what seems like a glorious life in someone else's home. Don't look at me like that; the same blood flows in our veins."
"Nonsense, how can the same blood flow in our veins? I'm blood type A, are you too? I live the life I ought to in my own home. Even Qin Mu hasn't accused me of stealing her life. What right do you have to boss me around here?"
"Qin Mu? Did she buy you off? She ruined your family, and you're still speaking up for her? If it weren't for her, would you and mom have been kicked out? Mom couldn't even be buried in the Qin Family's burial ground after she died. Are you out of your mind?"
Bian Jingwen finally shouted angrily at her.
