Jiang Lianru, Jiang Huiru's sister, was trembling with envy: "So what if your grandmother is rich? It's really not that impressive! The daughters she raised also lack morals! Your mom is just a vixen, seducing someone else's fiancé and pretending to be as pure as a lotus. She's shameless. My sister was jilted back then, with countless tears shed. It's all your mother's fault!"
Qiao Yin retorted harshly: "Shut up! If you defame my mother one more time, I will make sure you can never speak again in your life!"
Jiang Lianru was taken aback by Qiao Yin's ferocious look and couldn't help but take a step back.
Qiao Yin's grandmother and mother were masters at brewing medicinal concoctions. Who knows, perhaps Qiao Yin was carrying some sort of poison that could render her mute in an instant.
Jiang Lianru muttered to herself, the little vixen seems different than the elder one, fiercely scary and not easily bullied.