Fan Guihua almost shouted out the last sentence.
There was a disease called poverty.
This disease could give rise to infinite possibilities. It could break one's worldview, and it could also shock one's soul.
30,000 yuan, 30,000 yuan.
Yu Jiangqing did not dare to think that 30,000 yuan could force a person to this extent.
In his memory, 30,000 yuan was not even as expensive as one of his toys.
"But, she is still your daughter. You are still colluding with outsiders to harm her."Yu Jiangqing did not know how much time had passed before he found his voice again, "If I was helpless in the past, what about now? Why do I still have to do that?"
"Ningning is my daughter, but Yinghao is also my son."Fan Guihua said as she patted her chest hard.
Yu Jiangqing felt even more pathetic, for this mother of his.
For the sake of a useless son, he wanted to frame his own daughter.
