"Ninth Uncle asked for it. Who asked him to provoke Mother for no reason?" Su Ye wasn't worried at all. As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up. That seemingly bright smile immediately aroused Su Qingqing's curiosity.
"Brother, why do I feel that you look very happy when Mother is angry with Ninth Uncle?" Su Qingqing was sure that it wasn't her imagination. Her brother looked so happy. If someone who didn't know saw it, they would think that her brother had encountered something good.
Su Ye didn't deny it, but the smile on his lips deepened. "I didn't want to either. It's just that I couldn't help but feel happy when I thought about how Ninth Uncle failed to snatch our Mother away."
Su Qingqing's eyes widened in shock. She looked so shocked that she couldn't believe it. "Brother, are you joking with me?"