If a slap could change the fact of their mother-daughter relationship.
Qin Wan would have taken it.
She looked at Qin Shumei's eyes filled with hatred and anger, but there was not even a fraction of maternal love.
Her heart was so numb she didn't want to dodge.
But the slap never landed on her face.
Qin Shumei let out a painful scream.
A delicate and small dagger pierced accurately into Qin Shumei's arm.
She turned pale with pain immediately, her facial features twisted as she bent over.
A tall and stern figure approached, casting a shadow over Qin Wan's head, shielding her from the harsh sun.
It also blocked the hate-filled and angry gaze of Qin Shumei.
"Did you forget what I said yesterday?"
Mu Shaochen's eyes were stormy, and his voice was deep and cold.
Qin Wan said nothing.
Just stared blankly at him.
She didn't want to feel sad.
But Qin Shumei was her mother.
Other people's mothers were warm, filled with maternal love.