Sun Zhilan quickly took out the piece of paper. Qin Jiaojiao walked over and snatched it away before pushing it into Qin Yi's hands.
Sun Zhilan's heart was filled with anticipation but did not know this was the last straw that overwhelmed Qin Yi.
"Child, baobao, I am your mother. Follow me home. Mummy will take care of your wounds." Sun Zhilan's eyes were filled with tears that had yet to drop.
She naturally saw Qin Yi's injuries but did not dare to move towards her.
Qin Yi finished reading the piece of paper. The first half was all garbage to her and only the familiar handwriting at the end caused her remaining bit of unyielding determination to disappear as tears started to appear at the corners of her eyes.
Qin Yi's hands relaxed and let the piece of paper fly away like a butterfly.
'Yiyi, Granny let you down. For Jiaojiao, granny made use of you. Please don't blame granny.'
