Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

I didn't want to ask, but you've seen it all, it's all obvious, so it seems wrong not to ask.

"This..."

Liang Cuiyu saw her daughter, saw that she had been hurt, saw herself, and asked worriedly.

She burst into tears without realizing it.

She was crying and sobbing intermittently.

Seeing Liang Cuiyu like this, Yin Moling felt very embarrassed. They were in a very quiet coffee shop, and Liang Cuiyu's crying sounded very loud.

"Are you OK?"

Yin Moling then pulled out two tissues from a box on the side and handed them to her.

"I'm fine!"

Liang Cuiyu took the tissue from her and wiped her face.

Sigh, she's my own daughter, she's my own daughter.

She's just that good, unlike Shen Qingyou, who's practically an ungrateful wretch.

"Why did you call me out?"

Yin Moling patiently waited until she finished crying before asking again.

"Lingling... what do you think of Aunt Liang?"

Liang Cuiyu asked this question, her eyes filled with hope as she did so.

"what?"

Her sudden question surprised Yin Moling greatly.

She felt utterly contemptuous of gamblers, but then she remembered that she was about to tell them a secret.

So she endured it and looked at her with a smile, saying, "Aunt Liang is a very nice person. My mother often praises Aunt Liang to me, saying that if it weren't for Aunt Liang, I wouldn't be alive!"

Looking at the smile on Yin Moling's face, Liang Cuiyu felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

"I have a secret to tell you!"

Looking at Yin Moling, Liang Cuiyu felt that if she told her the truth, Yin Moling would be very happy.

"What secret is it?"

Seeing her serious expression, Yin Moling knew that this matter was definitely not trivial.

"Aunt Liang, is it about Qingyou? Tell me, and I'll definitely help."

As she said this, Yin Moling picked up her cup, brought it to her lips, and took a small sip.

When Liang Cuiyu heard her mention Shen Qingyou, she felt a surge of resentment. The beating Shen Qingyou had given her was still very painful.

Honestly, if she could, she really wouldn't want to hear Shen Qingyou's name.

By comparing Shen Qingyou and Yin Moling, Liang Cuiyu quickly came to a conclusion.

My own daughter is my own daughter. Even though I didn't raise her myself, the blood ties still exist.

Therefore, Liang Cuiyu decided to tell her as soon as possible.

Yin Moling sipped her coffee, her beautiful eyes gazing at Liang Cuiyu with lively interest.

Liang Cuiyu stared intently at her, and then whispered, "You are actually my child!"

After saying that, Liang Cuiyu looked at her very nervously.

Yin Moling was originally very elegant. She was just about to put her coffee cup on the saucer, but she was still stunned when she heard what she said.

Her hand trembled slightly.

Some of the coffee was spilled.

"Aunt Liang, you must be joking!"

Yin Moling composed herself and finished tidying up everything at hand.