Zhao Sulan first bowed her head, and Lin Fangwei felt good about it as she sneered wickedly, "So you want us to keep up appearances like before?"
Zhao Sulan looked unhappy, "Of course, it can't be like before, but on the surface, it must seem so. Otherwise, even if you're Lin Youdong's biological daughter and have a mother like Meng Wanhua, your reputation will be ruined."
Lin Fangwei sneered again, "That's still better than you. No matter what, I am Lin Youdong's daughter. He will never cast me out. But you're different. If that day comes, I believe you won't be able to stay in Hai City."
"So what if I can't stay? I can go somewhere else. But can you? You're a sickly person. Without me, you wouldn't even know how many times you would have died. Lin Fangwei, for this reason alone, you shouldn't be speaking such heartless words to me."
Zhao Sulan's words, calling her a "sickly person", stabbed Lin Fangwei's heart full of bleeding wounds.
