"Boohoo, mommy!" Zhan Jia 'er looked at Duan xiuhui with her red and swollen eyes. If not for the inconvenience of her legs, she would have already thrown herself into Duan xiuhui's arms.
She did not expect Zhan mo to say such words. At this moment, even Duan xiuhui was a little shocked.
alright, it's okay. Don't cry, don't cry. Don't cry, Jia 'er. Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. Duan xiuhui hugged Zhan Jia 'er and gently patted her back. Her eyes were filled with worry as she looked in the direction that Zhan mo had left.
'Son, do you hate Jia' er so much?'
Although Jia 'er was indeed a little willful, she was a piece of flesh that fell from her body.
If she had not taken the risk and left a poison in her body that would only be passed on to her daughter, she would not have harmed Jia 'er.
Ever since Zhan Jia 'er was born with a weak body, Duan xiuhui had been filled with guilt and pity for her. She had even taught her son to pamper his daughter.
