Tang Yue was cleaning up the yard with a broom, while Bai Qing was helping on the side.
"Xiao Yue, don't be angry. It's not worth harming your own health over this," Lian Tong comforted.
Tang Yue nodded and said, "Don't worry. If a mad dog bites me, can I bite back? Even if she goes back and complains to Lian He, I'm not afraid."
After all, she had no plans to acknowledge this father.
"She won't," said Lian Tong, with profound meaning in her words.
After cleaning up all the trash, Tang Yue tossed it into the large garbage can in the corner of the yard and hesitated as if she wanted to say something more.
Lian Tong seemed to know what Tang Yue wanted to say, and she spoke, "I've always been at odds with Xiang Yazhi. We have some old grievances, so naturally, we don't get along."
