Ye Sang swung her legs. She knew her cheapskate father was going to send her away. She dragged her face trying to put up a final struggle.
She did not want to go back.
She would be beaten if she went back.
Although she was unsure how her fathers were going to react, she knew that a beating was inevitable.
"Mister, can...can you not send me back?" the little kid's curly brows shuddered as she pleaded.
Su Ye leaned against the back of the seat and glanced at the kid.
He mimicked her tone and said curiously, "Why?"
They were both extremely childish.
Ye Sang seriously did not want to leave.
She hugged her bag. Her eyes glittered as a thought crossed her mind. She said, "It's because...my...my father bullies me every day…"
The little kid said softly, "One keeps stabbing me with a needle, and the other...he...he always hits my buttock…"
Su Ye: "..."
How tragic was it?
