A sharp voice, dripping with malice, cut through the air. Gu Nuan Nuan looked over and saw a familiar face—it was Liu Li, the ungrateful little wretch she and her uncle had saved years ago. Back then, her mother, Yao Hui Zhen, had stubbornly refused to abandon her luggage and get out of the car. As a result, she was the only one who went over the cliff with the vehicle and was crippled in the accident. Afterward, the mother and daughter not only showed no remorse but even tried to sling mud at her uncle, only to be ganged up on by the other survivors.
What a small world.
Gu Nuan Nuan muttered in disgust. The idea that this mother-daughter pair, with their vile characters, could possibly be related to Lin Qiao's family was sickening. She shot Liu Li a sidelong glance. Not wanting to cause trouble on a day like this and make things difficult for Lin Qiao's family, she simply ignored her.
