The daughter of that wretched woman was left at home. The more Wang Yongmei looked at her, the more she was an eyesore. Su Xiaoya's existence was a reminder that she was a woman who married a widower. She would rather give Su Xiaoya away without a single cent as long as she could get rid of this thorn at her side.
"Let me tell you, I did not let you down. I did not just randomly find you any adoptive parents. I've seen this family. The wife can't give birth and can't have children. If you go, you'll be the only child. They'll treat you well. It is guaranteed that you would have a good life, much better than in this poor family."
Wang Yongmei gave a cold humph and said, "Don't you know what's good for you? I've done my best for you."
