"Then make good use of her." Lun Shujun suddenly leaned close to Xin Xiaoxiao's ear, lowering her voice.
Xin Xiaoxiao frowned, "Use?"
What good is that vixen for? Besides, she's sharper than a fox; how could she let herself be used by her?
"Your words as a daughter don't count right now, but pillow talk between husband and wife can be very persuasive." While Lady Lun Shujun was plotting, she didn't forget to sow discord between Xin Xiaoxiao and her father, to take a small revenge on Xin Hailong.
These words undoubtedly hit a sore spot for Xin Xiaoxiao. She nodded, "Yes, that's exactly it. Now he's so infatuated with that vixen, he used to stay away for months, now he's back every few days, sometimes even every day."
So how could the vixen's words not be effective?
"Exactly." Lun Shujun lowered her voice even more, "If you get along well with her, use her to whisper in your dad's ear, maybe things between you and Qingqing would be much easier."
