Su Miaotong touched her cheek, the pain felt like it was burning. She let out a light hiss and used a faint smile to cover her embarrassment.
"That's my home, my parents, how could I not care? I still go back every day. My uncle and aunt pressured me to get Xinying out. I reasoned with them, but they wouldn't listen. So, I stopped talking about it since it was pointless. Actually, it's not like my uncle doesn't have money to post bail, but my aunt disagrees. She has money but is also miserly and wants to force me to resolve it. Seeing my firm attitude and that pestering was useless, she finally agreed to spend her own money."
Nan Jiaojiao remained silent and felt the egg wrapped in the towel had cooled down. She took it out and placed it aside, then fished another egg from the hot water, peeling it as she said, "Actually, you don't have to tell me these things."
Every family has its difficult story.
