Zhao Sulan had sent Meng Jingfen to prison by her own hand, Lin Fangwei was actually quite happy about it.
Although this had made her reputation even worse in her previous life, that was in the past and it no longer concerned her.
Zhao Sulan pondered for a while, then decided to believe Lin Fangwei's words, although she was somewhat reluctant to do so.
But believing was in the past, and so was not believing.
Believing meant she had to continue finding ways to win over Meng Chuyue's heart, so naturally, it was better to believe.
Lin Fangwei had sat for nearly half an hour, declined Zhao Sulan's invitation to stay for a meal with a smile, and then left.
Watching her back, Zhao Sulan couldn't help but sigh: this Lin Fangwei seemed not like the one before her kidney failure.
Their interactions were similar too.
Ah, how she missed the old days.
Lin Fangwei hadn't been ill, their family of four had been closely knit, unlike now… a complete mess.
