The girl's tone was indifferent, and her face was pink and flawless against the morning sunlight.
Standing under the sunlight, she gave people an indifferent and distant feeling of extreme alienation.
Mrs. Qin's heart was a little flustered, but at the same time, she was angrier.
"I'm your mother. If it weren't for me, would you be standing here? You don't know how to be grateful."
Her Jiatong was still the best.
"Mrs. Qin, if you're a noble and forgetful person, I might as well remind you again. I told you last time that although you gave birth to me, you didn't ask for my permission, right?" Qin Yiyi gently tugged at her lower lip. Her gaze was cold and narrow, "If I could choose, I wouldn't want you to give birth to me. Please believe this."
"You..."
