"Did Mother—" Tang Moyu paused and corrected herself, "No… Does Zhang Wuying know the name of my birth mother?"
Since Zhang Wuying had never treated her well from the start, from now on, she would never ever regard that woman as her mother. In Tang Moyu's eyes, Zhang Wuying was merely the woman her cowardly father had married, who had manipulated her, tortured her for years.
She should have known better… Tang Moyu shouldn't have ignored those red flags that flashed along the way. She should have suspected that something was off about the woman who raised her. Even her best friend, Li Meili had suspected that she wasn't Zhang Wuying's child by the way the older woman had treated her when she was growing up.
"Yan Qiuyu. I'm sorry, Moyu, but that is the only thing I can remember. She didn't talk much about your mother and only cursed her whenever she was drunk." The older Tang apologized.
