"Yangyang, are you in pain? Mom will get you some ointment." Perhaps Liu Ying still cares more about her son! When her son was hit, the heartache in her eyes was completely different from when Mi Lu was hit. At least she wasn't this anxious.
"Today, all of you want to criticize me one by one, right!" Mi Shuhao looked at the three people in front of him, finding them all irritating to his eyes.
Angry can't even describe his current state.
He is in a rage now, yet unable to vent it. This is even more terrifying.
Mi Lu just glanced at him indifferently and then went back to her room. She didn't want to get involved in their affairs. She was very tired...
Mi Lu has always been like this, with a sharp tongue but a very soft heart. She couldn't help but cry once she returned to her room. She had always known that she was merely a tool for her father to solidify his interests.
Many times, she actually longed for her parents' love. That kind of genuine, heartfelt love.
