Hate flashed through Qi Miao's eyes, but she dared not show it.
She could only nod obediently at them, and carefully moved her steps towards them—
"Dad, Mom, do you really believe Big Brother's words and want to drive me away?"
As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks.
She clutched Chu Peixian's sleeve, her careful and pitiful appearance even making outsiders feel distressed.
Not to mention Chu Peixian, who had raised her since childhood.
But when she thought about raising someone else's daughter for almost thirty years while her own biological daughter suffered outside, her heart hurt even more.
Even if she knew that she shouldn't blame Qi Miao for the mix-up, her soft heart clearly hardened.
She couldn't sympathize with a fake daughter who had enjoyed a princess's treatment for thirty years, while neglecting the suffering of her own daughter.
"Don't worry, since your biological parents are dead, we, the Qi family, aren't so ungracious as to drive you out."