"This naughty girl, just like her grandmother, has a heart as black as coal, completely rotten! Wuuu wuuu wuuu..."
Chen Wenxiang had never felt such grievance in her life, her heart was so stifled, and no amount of crying or cursing could vent her anger.
After a while, Bai Xuan came back exhausted.
Qi Zihua had mysteriously disappeared; she waited for him a long time in the café but he didn't show up. Later, she received a call from Qi Zihua saying he was busy with something and told her to go home first.
Seeing Chen Wenxiang sitting on the ground crying, she was startled: "Mom, why are you sitting on the floor?"
"Xiao Xuan, my Xiao Xuan. I don't want to live anymore..." Chen Wenxiang cried as if her sky had fallen, holding her younger daughter and crying even more sadly.
Bai Xuan was bewildered: "Mom, did you have a fight with dad?"
"It was your sister, that naughty girl slapped my face," Chen Wenxiang said as she cried.