After Liang Lu left, Zhao Ru finally dared to speak loudly, "Jingjing, those from the Tao family are disgusting. How could they switch you and Tan Rou for their own selfishness? Tan Rou has enjoyed seventeen years of glory and wealth that should have been yours."
He Ling, who rarely spoke, also felt sad for Tan Jing, "Jingjing, your life has been
miserable! You could have lived happily with your parents, but you were sent to a small place to live a hard life. What is the economic level of the Tao family?! You must have suffered."
After speaking, she burst into tears.
"Xiaoru, Lingling, stop talking." Tan Jing lowered her head, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, "They are my foster parents after all and they have raised me for seventeen years no matter what. I don't want to blame them."
"Jingjing, don't be kind anymore!"
