Jiajia's ear hurt. She had never been treated like this.
"Auntie, let go of me, my ear hurts too much."
"What did you call me? Auntie? Am I that old? You brat!"
Lan Yaxin was already annoyed. Without her child and after being suppressed by Lan Anran everyday, she felt like she had aged a lot and didn't like being called that.
"Wuwuwu! I don't dare, it hurts too much, let go of me!" Jiajia cried in pain.
"You only know how to cry. Crying is useless, and you're just like your father."
Lan Yaxin was tired of hearing the child cry, so she pushed her aside and went upstairs.
Before leaving, she kicked Jiajia's doll in disgust.
"Why are you bringing such dirty things in here? Throw it away."
Jiajia quickly picked up the doll and hugged it protectively. It was the only thing her mother had left for her.
At night…
Mo Shengli secretly knocked on Lan Yaxin's door while there was no one around.
