Yang Yan's eyes were vicious and ferocious. Her face with heavy makeup was like a ghost that could scare people to death in the middle of the night.
Rong Jia held her arm and wanted to cry but didn't dare. Yang Yan had just slapped her arm. The summer clothes were thin, and she had hit it again. The girl's skin was soft, so it quickly turned red and she felt like she was burning.
Ever since Rong Yan left the family, her status had been declining. In the past, her mother would never hit her, only Rong Yan. but now, he was venting all his anger on her.
her mother was right. it was all rong yan's fault. if she hadn't left this family, she would still be the most doted on person in the family, and all the work at home would be done by rong yan.
it was all rong yan's fault. it was all her fault.
