"If you want me to treat her illness, then I'm not willing. She has never given me any motherly love. I've even been in danger many times because of her. Let's not talk about that for now. I don't owe the Songs anything."
Even if she owed them the so-called 'gratitude of upbringing', it was something that her body owed.
She had already paid with her life. What else could she do?
She was Song Yaoyao, and she did not owe the Songs anything.
On the contrary, it was Song Jingwan who provoked her time and time again, tripping her up.
As for Zhou Manli, needless to say, she was bitter and mean. Fortunately, Song Yaoyao was no longer the girl who craved for her affection. Otherwise, how sad would she be?
"I know, this is indeed a bit of an imposition."
Song Wenchuan smiled bitterly. Such a tall man could barely lift his head in front of Song Yaoyao.
