Yu Yalan's eyes flashed with disbelief. The girl she had always looked down upon actually had the guts to talk?
And the aggressive momentum in Ye Qiaoxi's eyes surprised her. The momentum that came out of her bones was like a tsunami, even her daughter, Mu Qianhe, who had grown up in a family like this, did not have this kind of momentum. Mu Qianhe was filled with arrogance and the willfulness of a young lady, entirely different from this little woman’s.
What kind of experience had a poor girl had? How could she have such momentum?
She couldn’t find any reason to argue with Ye Qiaoxi. As she said, she didn't find anyone to destroy Ye Yudong's innocence, and Mu Qianhe didn't have any reason to harm her in this way.
Mu Qianhe cast a glance of resentment at her mother. She hated how useless her mother was, how she had been stumped by Ye Qiaoxi's question.