Han Jingyi looked toward He Zhiyao as if she had seen a ghost.
What kind of fate was this?
First, her own father screwed her over and threatened her, then her daughter-in-law caught her red-handed, and now it was her son's turn!
Had she desecrated the He family's ancestral grave in her past life?
And to top it off, every single one of them had to come after her to make trouble!
Why was it always her getting fleeced by everyone?
Han Jingyi's face turned green, but she still didn't dare to offend He Zhiyao. Even when she had been with Cheng Yuansen, she had heard just how difficult a person He Zhiyao could be.
Looking now at the tears behind the iron bars, Han Jingyi could only grit her teeth and bear it.
Clenching the pen tightly, she took a deep breath, lowered her head, and began to write down everything she knew.