Cen Mengqing saw the bruises blooming on Xia Yixin's face.
Some were new while others were old.
"Why are you beaten so badly? Are you being bullied inside?" She was her daughter after all.
No matter how much resentment there was, Cen Mengqing still felt bad seeing her like this.
Xia Yixin had been having a terrible time recently.
Not only was her face hurt from being beaten, but she also had cold sores on the corner of her lips.
Her mouth too had sores, and her tongue was not spared as well.
She was being bullied every day and eating poorly, but what's worse was that she couldn't even get the chance to eat properly.
Xia Yixin seized the chance to complain to Cen Mengqing. "Mom, I'm dying in there, being beaten up every single day. Look at my hair, they've pulled it out clump by clump, and here's already bald."
