Zhan Jie's expression was terrifyingly indifferent, her gaze at Song Qinghuan was unrelentingly cruel: "Yes, I took your daughter!"
Song Qinghuan's eyes shook violently. Staring at her, she grit her teeth wishing she could devour her: "Why would you do this?"
Zhan Jie seethed, not the least bit inclined to hide her motives: "Because I wanted to take revenge on you. You made my life miserable. I lived every day in pain, so I want you to suffer as well. I want you to live every day in pain."
"But the child is innocent." Song Qinghuan clenched her fists, struggling to suppress her emotions.
No matter what she wanted to do, she couldn't do anything until the child was safely back in her arms.
There was a stifling cold glint in Zhan Jie's eyes as she exclaimed angrily, "Am I not innocent then?"
