Meng Shujing was still a bit dazed, "What did you say?"
That sentence about the second child going straight to the temple—what does it mean?
Yan Nanxiao sneered sinisterly: "It seems you still don't know."
"Tell me clearly, what happened to Huahua?" Meng Shujing struggled to get up with all her strength, ignoring the blood on her head, her eyes wide as she shouted. She looked extremely frightening.
Yan Nanxiao was taken aback by her appearance, but quickly straightened his chest and sneered: "Getting involved with the fifth child, as soon as the fifth child passed away, she ran off to become a nun, afraid that others wouldn't know there was something wrong between them. How could I, Yan Nanxiao, face such rumors? How can I face my parents and the Yan family ancestors?"
Meng Shujing staggered back two steps, her eyes empty and vacant: "No... it's impossible...."
"This is the good daughter you gave me. I wish I had strangled her at birth...."
