Seeing the elder Madame Fu making grand statements about her son, Fu Ying, leaning on a crutch, frowned and said, "Why are you here again?"
Not giving her any pleasant expressions or tones.
"Why can't I come? If I don't come, I wouldn't know that you are so kind and loving to outsiders, but so harsh and ruthless toward your own heir!" Old Madame Fu forcefully slapped the armrest of her wheelchair, unable to contain her anger, "Do you still even consider me your mother? You never listen to my words, always fooled by that vixen."
In Old Madame Fu's eyes, Qin Wanyang, who was nearly seventy, looked more exquisite and fair-skinned than someone in their forties, a true vixen!
If it weren't for this vixen's presence, how could her eldest grandson lose the right to inherit a fortune of hundreds of billions?
