Choice

When Huang Qing called again, Qu Zhi was also nonchalant. She scolded and replied as she pleased.

She suddenly felt that losing her temper in front of the child was actually a very bad education.

Every time her face turned cold, Sisi's little eyebrows would scrunch up into a knot, looking nervous and afraid. Although her mother had never treated her like this before, this kind of dark aura was really too scary for a child. She could not help but be afraid.

Who could it be on the other end of the phone?

It must be a bad guy. Otherwise, Mother wouldn't be so angry.

At first, Qu Zhi didn't realize it until one day, when Huang Qing went overboard and said that she wanted to come to Jiang City to cause trouble. She couldn't help but raise her voice.