Gu Youyou sneered coldly, "A seven-year-old child—do you really believe she could commit some heinous act so vile that her family would treat her like this?"
"Then her family must be crazy." Zhiqiu's face was icy as he said, "What are you trying to say with all this?"
"Why would her family do that?" Gu Youyou pressed on relentlessly.
"How would I know? I'm not her family." Zhiqiu took a step back, finding this woman truly formidable.
Gu Youyou wore an expression teetering on the edge of tears, her hands bracing against the table with such force that her knuckles turned white.
She said, "Because someone made her family do it. To achieve their unspeakable goals, they used those methods against a seven-year-old child. If one day, that child defied the odds and survived, don't you think she'd resist to stop drinking poison?"
"You… What are you really trying to say?"
