Seeing Su Qiao, who was tall, dressed in a neat suit, looking capable and energetic, she immediately left the reporters and walked over to Su Qiao.
With her chest puffed out and her chin raised, her red lips showed a look of contempt: "Su Qiao, I told you I would trample you hard under my feet."
"Your mother couldn't beat my mother, and you will never beat me either. You deserve to be like your illiterate mother, pushing a cart to set up a street stall all your life, eating the cheapest street food, and wearing the cheapest street stall goods."
"After today, you will be as disgusting as a stink bug in a stinky gutter. You will be a street rat, and you can only hide in a dark corner forever, envying and jealous of me."
Su Qiao didn't want to say more to this idiot, but this stinky woman mentioned her original mother again.
This made her a little annoyed.
Su Qiao sneered and stared at Yu Aiwei with disdain: "Oh, I envy you?"
"Do I envy you for having such a stupid head? Or do I envy you for having a dirty body and a dirty heart?"
"My mother is not well educated, but she is not like your mother, who shamelessly steals other people's men. She didn't want to be a good daughter of a rich family, but chose to be a mistress who is not worthy of being on the stage, and even gave birth to an illegitimate daughter like you who has no moral integrity."
Yu Aiwei gritted her teeth in anger. She turned her head and glanced at the fans and reporters below the stairs, revealing an elegant and gentle smile.
"You can curse as much as you want, because soon you will only be able to curse at the white walls of the prison."
Su Qiao curled his lips coldly towards her back: "I will give this sentence to you instead."
"I hope you won't regret the choice you make now."
Yu Aiwei, who had already gracefully walked up the steps, ready to meet up with her family and walk into the court hall together, turned her head again after hearing this, with a smile on her face and a flamboyant expression:
"I, Yu Aiwei, have never known what regret is. You will be the one who regrets in the end. You will regret going against me, Yu Aiwei."
“Xiao Wei, no need to say more, come here.”
Although Mr. Yu is already in his seventies, he is still vigorous and has a sharp gaze.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looking superior, and didn't even look at Su Qiao.
Perhaps in his eyes, Su Qiao was just a nouveau riche with a little money, and she had only used inferior means to get to where she is today and achieve such success, so it was not worth it for him to waste any energy on her.
If it weren't for his granddaughter's matter, he wouldn't care at all about such a little ant that could be manipulated at will.
"That's right, Xiaowei, don't lower your status."
One is the mud under the ground, no matter how hard he tries, he can never climb to the clouds. How can he compare with the little princess of the Yu family
Old Mrs. Yu looked even more arrogant. After holding her granddaughter's hand, she glanced contemptuously in Su Qiao's direction and turned her head away.
It seemed as if looking at her any longer would be a lowering of one's status.
Su Qiao just thought that this family was really ridiculous.
"Oh, there are so many people seeking death these days."
The younger one is fine, but the older one doesn't even use his brain.
If it were her, she would definitely check whether there were really problems with the products produced by her factory first, instead of just trying to find some unnecessary solutions.
Su Yunyang, who was walking behind them, looked at Su Qiao hesitantly, but finally walked over, pulled Su Qiao aside, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Qiao, the court hasn't started yet, it's not too late for you to regret now."