Zhan Ningning's words were like a merciless slap to Duan xiuhui's face.
Her already pale face turned even more purple, and her body couldn't help but sway left and right.
Zhan mo couldn't stand it anymore and went forward to help her.
Duan xiuhui felt her body being steadied. She turned and looked behind her. When she saw Zhan Mo's familiar and well-defined face, she was a little dazed.
Then, he turned to look at the other side ...
Her husband was standing coldly to the side. His eyes were deep, and there was no panic on his face. It was as if the revelation of Zhan Ningning's identity and physical condition had no effect on him.
On the other hand, Zhan Ningning, the biological daughter whom she had doted on and taken care of her entire life, was anxiously explaining to others without even looking at her.
Cold, selfish, and sorrowful-these were the feelings she felt from the person she was actively protecting.
