She was already forty-two years old but was actually beaten by Qiao Dongliang. How could Qiao Zijin stand such treatment? As she avoided the hit, she felt hatred in her heart. "I knew it long ago. Now that Qiao Nan managed to be on good terms with the Zhai family, you think that she is promising and only recognize her as your daughter. It wouldn't be a pity even if you beat me to death, right? You don't even recognize me as your daughter anymore. On what basis are you qualified to hit me? Go and find your obedient daughter!"
No matter how weak the forty-two-year-old Qiao Zijin was, she was still middle-aged. Even if Qiao Dongliang was a man, he was already in his sixties this year. As soon as Qiao Zijin resisted and flung him back, Qiao Dongliang, who never thought that Qiao Zijin would dare to retaliate, was caught off-guard. He fell backward with a crack. From the sound alone, it was clear that Qiao Dongliang's fall was quite solid.
