Song Yaoyao walked past Song Jingwan and headed upstairs with her backpack.
Song Jingwan bit her lip and pleaded, "Mom, forgive Yaoyao this time. I'm sure she didn't mean it!"
"She didn't mean it?" Zhou Manli said sternly as she threw the television remote to the side. "She's already misbehaving at her age. As a student, she's fooling around rather than coming home after school. Who knows which hooligan she's fooling around with."
"Mom!" Song Wenchuan's expression sunk. "How could you say something like that?"
His eyes were extremely cold as he stared at Zhou Manli like she was a stranger. He couldn't understand. Just because of one's fortune and just because the strange things around Song Jingwan made her appear like she was good luck, was that enough reason for Zhou Manli to say something like this about her own daughter?
Even from a stranger, these words were harsh and insulting, let alone from a mother.
