Li Hao stared at Liu Hong with tears in her eyes, staring at Wei Ming.
Her face full of grief and indignation.
The mother she missed was the one who was always compliant to her, the pitiful person who needed her comfort.
Not the ferocious woman in front of her.
Too cruel.
All bad people.
Wei Ming turned and got into the car; it's not appropriate for him to intervene in others teaching their children.
It's better to avoid it.
Liu Hong opened the car door.
"Get in the car!"
The tone was cold, lacking the enthusiasm from earlier.
Li Hao got up, "I'm not taking his car; I'll walk myself; I'll take a taxi to my aunt's house. You're a bad person, a bad woman, and I'll never like you again." The young girl yelled at Liu Hong through tears.
Liu Hong looked at Li Hao wearily; a six-year-old child had already become like this. It was her mistake; she thought her concessions were for the children's good.
