Sun Ying didn't believe Sun Dongqing. She couldn't speak loudly, so she grabbed Sun Dongqing's wrist tightly and questioned her.
"Mom, is it because you didn't want to stab her? Is it? Is that it? Mom, you can't treat me like this. You can't do this… I'm your daughter, your only daughter. You can't be so heartless… You have to save me. I want you to save me!"
Sun Ying, who couldn't accept reality, was still the same as before. She habitually pushed all the problems onto other people and thought that she was innocent.
If other people didn't do what she asked, they would be making a huge mistake.
In her current predicament, not only did she not reflect on herself, but she became worse.
Her fists landed on Sun Dongqing one after another. Sun Dongqing didn't feel any pain, but her heart was hurting. She let Sun Ying vent her anger. What could she do? She couldn't do anything.
