"She has already done something against your family..." Zhou Shiran continued to persuade.
"Take care of yourself. Even if my daughter-in-law isn't good, she's still a million times better than you. You despicable, lowly mistress, you have no right to talk to me. I feel dirty just talking to you over the phone." After saying that, Wen Rufeng angrily hung up the phone.
Damn it, this woman is really disgustingly omnipresent.
...
An Xueqi watched as her mother hung up the phone, and the hope on her face turned into disappointment.
Wen Rufeng tried to persuade her daughter. "I think you should give up this idea. We're truly not their match."
"Mom, over the past two years in prison, I've thought a lot. I definitely can't just let it go. An Ning really made me suffer. My bright future, two years of my youth, my boyfriend, my father— everything is gone! And she, even after becoming a widow, can still flaunt her power in the Yu Family? No, I can't swallow this anger."
