บท 49: Chapter 50 The Little Girl Who Stuffs Ducks

She was lying. In reality, how could she possibly forget certain people and certain events? Even if she were to live her life two, three, or even four times, she would never forget. Especially the face of Sang Zhilan- even if she were reduced to ashes, she would not forget it.

What she remembered most, of course, was her cold face, her favoritism, and her manipulation of her and her father, from the moment she was born until her death.

"Our Xinxin is so clever, she knew that wasn't her mom," Tang Zhinian said with a smile, patting his daughter's hair. However, in his eyes was an inexplicable gloom, still because of Sang Zhilan. She had actually loved another person's child more than her own.

"She's not mom," Tang Yuxin puckered her lips, "She never put shoes on for Xinxin."

And sure enough, after Tang Yuxin said that, Tang Zhinian didn't question it, really believing that Sang Zhilan had had her brain muddled by lard.