Ling Zixiao, dignified and elegant, looked at Lu Changsheng and spoke irritably.
Although her son didn't specifically name Lu Wangshu.
She didn't need to think twice to realize what was going on.
After all, she was well aware of the constant squabbles between her children and Lu Wangshu.
She didn't necessarily see sibling fights as an issue.
But just watching her son constantly bullied by Lu Wangshu, stubbornly gritting his teeth without ever seeking help from his father Lu Changsheng, seeking some treasures, stubbornly wanting to compete with Lu Wangshu, made her feel frustrated.
That girl is clever and strange, daily earning Lu Changsheng's affection, with unknown numbers of treasures in her hand. Her own son is no match.
Also looking at her son's stubbornness, she thought of her daughter, Lu Linghe.
Compared to her son's resoluteness, her daughter Lu Linghe was completely naive, deceived by Lu Wangshu and even helping count the money.
