Zhuang Yueyan heard Wei Lan defending herself and her face showed a mocking sneer.
"Wei Lan, you really are naïvely pitiable."
She folded her arms across her chest, and the look in her eyes was that of someone watching a pitiful clown.
"You're willing to sacrifice even your own biological daughter, what guarantee is there that you would be consistently nice to an enemy's daughter? Can you dare say that you don't harbor any grudges against Qingqing?"
On this point, Wei Lan indeed couldn't make any guarantees.
Because...
She did have some grudges, some distance, with Shi Yiqing.
But.
Her kindness towards Shi Yiqing was also genuine.
That was an undeniable fact.
Zhuang Yueyan, this woman who was only responsible for giving birth and not for nurturing, what right did she have to judge her?
Was this a case of the pot calling the kettle black?
Facing Wei Lan's questioning gaze, Zhuang Yueyan just showed a faint smile.