Zhuang Chujiao looked at her mother, with a resolute attitude, "I heard that she used to have depression. As long as we undermine her psychologically again, she won't pose any threat to us."
"What if it doesn't work?" Liang Rong thought more deeply, she felt this plan was too risky.
Zhuang Chujiao said in a low voice, "Mom, this is my only chance. Otherwise, once she returns to Upper City, we won't be able to control her anymore, and you wouldn't want Dad's things to be left to her."
Liang Rong said nothing, her expression was serious.
Zhuang Chujiao was only sharing her thoughts, not seeking her mother's advice.
Anyway, she had already made up her mind.
Thinking of that brat's happy face, she wanted to tear it apart, to see her break down in tears.
The temperature in the car was rising, Mu Yan felt much more comfortable.
Jiang Jingheng was driving, she was on her phone scrolling through Weibo, and fans were messaging her asking what she was doing for the New Year.
