Meng Shuang watched Yang Ruxin and her daughter getting along warmly, feeling somewhat uneasy inside, vaguely sensing something amiss but couldn't put a finger on it.
As for Xu Huairui, she didn't know how to react at the moment. Although she's arrogant and domineering, she's also smart, not as brainless as Wang Zhengzheng. At this moment, she didn't feel like she should be proud, after all, she suffered before. Her mother, who had never hit her, slapped her twice, and her father, who had never said harsh words, scolded her.
Moreover, last night her mother specifically talked to her about the matter with her cousin; Wang Zhengzheng was dead, an undeniable fact.
She actually felt quite fortunate. She initially wanted that toy too, but her mother refused her at the time, for which she made a fuss, but because of this she narrowly avoided a disaster.
Yang Ruxin's smile grew softer.
