Ning Xueling stood up and went upstairs, walking toward Luo Jianing's room door, wanting to console her adoptive daughter, but she heard Luo Jianing's curses coming from the room: "Not a single one of you is any good, all a bunch of cold-blooded people.
You just want me gone, don't you? As if I'm keen on you people. If it weren't for the little use you have, who would care to be part of your family? I curse you all to have a wretched end."
Ning Xueling had not expected Jianing to say such things. Just now downstairs, she thought Jianing was just being impulsive, which she could understand, but now there were no others in the room, and these must be her true thoughts. How could she curse her own family like that?
She let her raised hand fall and turned back to her own room without turning on the light, lying down on the bed fully clothed.