When Su Qing saw Zhao Li'e looking at her, she said coldly, "What do you mean by that, Aunt? Why did you specifically emphasize it was a man? Should I suspect you're trying to smear my mother's name?"
"Oh, no, no." Zhao Li'e hastily denied it. "Qingqing, you've misunderstood me."
In fact, that was exactly what Zhao Li'e had been thinking. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want Su Qing to have a good impression of Li Wan. This was especially true when she saw Su Qing's face, which bore such a strong resemblance to Li Wan's. It filled her with malice.
She herself didn't even know where this malice came from, but she just couldn't stand seeing Su Qing and Li Wan get along.
"Whether I've misunderstood or not, you know best, Aunt," Su Qing said coolly, no longer paying Zhao Li'e any mind. She turned to Li Aiguo and said, "I hope to see my mother as soon as possible."
