"Son, did you misunderstand her?" Bai Yuhua, although she trusted her son's words, still found it hard to believe this about Cheng Li.
"I heard it with my own ears. How could it be a misunderstanding?" Mu Qiancheng, seeing that his mother didn't believe him, told her about how he eavesdropped.
Upon hearing her son's words, Bai Yuhua finally believed. She wasn't a fool, and recalling the commotions Jiang Xue caused at home after she left every time, her heart sank slightly.
Before, she never thought much about it. But now, thinking it over, she realized that Cheng Li was indeed, as her son said, not a good person.
She never expected that someone as young as Cheng Li could have such deep scheming thoughts, using deceit so skillfully.
Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover, just like you can't measure the sea with a cup.
