"Weiwei, you..." Tian Yaruo instantly realized everything. Look at this—her beloved niece whom she's cherished dearly. All that affection, wasted.
The gaze directed at her was as if looking at a sworn enemy. Where's the warmth they usually shared?
Mrs. Tian Sr. clutched her chest in fright, her heart pounding. This child had gone too far—she'd almost provoked her heart condition.
Glancing at the shards of porcelain all over the floor, her temples throbbed in pain. That was her husband's treasure, worth two hundred thousand yuan!
How would she explain this when he returned later? Just imagining the upcoming scene, she held her forehead with a sigh. This family truly never had a day of peace!
Ye Duowei stepped on the broken porcelain pieces and bolted to Tian Yaruo, loudly interrogating, "What did you say? Li Si actually married Young Master Leng and is pregnant? On what basis?"
