Ding Jiayi shivered badly. Did they have to go to this extent?
Seeing that Ding Jiayi still did not take the small knife, Qiao Zijin stubbornly forced it into her hands. "Mom, do you remember what I said?"
"R-Remember." Ding Jiayi broke out in a cold sweat. She did not know if this cold sweat was for her own sake or Qiao Nan's, who was at school.
Qiao Dongliang, who had suffered a great blow, had been in a deep slumber the whole morning. He even caught a cold. Besides going to school, Qiao Nan placed all her attention on caring for Qiao Dongliang.
It never came to the father and daughter's minds that Qiao Zijin, who was dismissed by the school, would be crazy enough to want to drag Qiao Nan to the grave with her.
"Zijin, are you at home? It's your family's phone call again."
