"Sister." Mrs. Su watched as her sister gradually lost control, frowning deeply. She forcefully grabbed the other's wrist to stop her from hurting herself, "Sister, you were mistaken just now, you were mistaken..."
Mrs. Su softly and gently soothed her.
"Xiaohui, Xiaohui..." Perhaps the tension had exhausted all her strength, so upon hearing her sister's soft voice, Xu Ming collapsed onto a chair, her head leaning back, eyes vacant, yet her words were peculiarly clear, "It's her, it's really her... Xiaohui, am I wrong?"
"Sister, wake up..." Mrs. Su firmly grasped Xu Ming's wrists with both hands, looking directly into her eyes, "It's all that bitch An Ying's fault, not yours."
Mrs. Su's voice was sharp, almost roaring.
Xu Ming's once vacant eyes stopped on her sister, gradually regaining clarity, "Her fault?"
