She grabbed Liu Zhaoming's arm with both hands: "He, he really said that?"
Liu Zhaoming frowned and said, "That's what he said, but..."
"Then it surely will succeed!!" Aunt Yun let out a breath, her eyes full of excitement and hope, stepped back two steps, and sat down in her seat: "The ancestors of the Liu Family protect us!"
"Mom..." the daughter called Ah Ruo wanted to say something, but Aunt Yun glared over: "You shut up! If you don't want to stay here, then go back! I don't ask you to help, but don't cause trouble!"
Liu Zhaoming probed, "Aunt Yun, do you really believe in that young master?"
Aunt Yun collected herself, her gaze moved to Liu Zhaoming's face, as if scrutinizing her stepson closely.
When she married into the Liu Family, Mr. Liu Sr.'s original wife had already passed away four or five years ago, and Liu Zhaoming was just a little kid back then.
She wasn't a wicked stepmother, and in a family like the Liu Family, she managed to maintain a decent conduct.
