"You may at most be Qin Xue's grandmother, but not mine, Qin Mo. If it's necessary to draw a line, please tell Qin ZhenGuo that from now on, I'll change my surname to Yin. Tell him to give back everything that belongs to the Yin Family, and take his mistress and daughter and roll as far away as possible."
Qin Mo's tongue was lethally sharp.
With just a few sentences, she left the old lady gasping for breath, her face turning a bright red.
"You... you little bitch, just like your mother!"
She couldn't cry her way through this nor out-talk her, so she resorted to cursing.
"I was born to my mother, naturally, I'm like her. But the word 'bitch', I'm afraid, needs to be returned to you."
Qin Mo felt repulsed by the sight of the Qin Family.
"Please keep your distance from me in the future. If I can't handle Qin ZhenGuo, do you really think I can't handle an old hag like you?" She left no room for herself, nor for Mrs. Qin. Let the onlookers say what they will afterward.