Su Qiao picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, and took two small sips to moisten her throat before saying bluntly, "You talk too much nonsense."
She adjusted her shawl. "Do you think that, in my current state, there's anything left for me to fear?"
"Could it be that you've gotten old and your brain no longer works properly?"
It was clearly the hottest month of July. Everyone else was wearing short sleeves and short skirts, yet she was dressed in long sleeves and trousers, with a shawl draped over her shoulders.
It was obvious that her health had already grown extremely frail.
Su Qiao let out a scornful laugh. "If you have the guts, kill me right now. Let's see whether money can save your noble life after I livestream your murder."
As she spoke, Su Qiao took her phone from her pocket and aimed the screen toward Lan Chenshan.
"We really should thank modern technology. Without phones and the internet, an ordinary commoner like me would truly be doomed."
Lan Chenshan glanced at the screen and discovered that it really was some kind of livestream room.
His face turned livid with rage, and he reached out and slapped the phone from her hand. "Little girl, don't push people too far."
"You're not afraid for yourself, but don't tell me you don't care about your family either?"
The angrier he became, the more brilliantly Su Qiao smiled.
She did not care about his rude and discourteous behavior just now and picked her phone up from the carpet.
"Heh, don't you know? Thanks to your daughter, my family kicked me out long ago and cut ties with me."
Lan Chenshan naturally knew about this.
During this time, he had investigated every detail of Su Qiao's background.
That