Zhuang Lingyu was dumbfounded. She could not believe it. Ning Yaohua was shocked as well. He could not believe the girl in front of him right now was Ning Xueluo, the sweet and obedient daughter of theirs.
He could not believe that she had been harboring thoughts like those!
"G-gosh…" No one expected such a twist and they were all stunned.
Zhuang Lingyu's child was not harmed by someone else. It had been killed by her filial daughter, Ning Xueluo.
Moreover, she had driven the motorbike herself, almost killing the mother who had been treating her like a real daughter for the past twenty-odd years.
She was just a daughter of a village woman, who got to enjoy all the privileges over the years because of a mistake. These were all not hers to begin with. Without the Ning family, she would just be another ordinary girl from a rural area, yet she took everything from the Ning family for granted. She felt that everything from the Ning family should be hers.
