The third daughter and fourth daughter were given away.
The youngest son was called Wang Baobao, who was one year younger than her. Just like his name suggested, Wang Baobao grew up in the palm of his hand, forming a stark contrast to the four sisters before him.
Zhao Pingting did not believe that there was anyone in this world who would throw away his own daughter.
But now, she did.
Mother Zhao continued, “Pingting, your uncle and aunt Wang had their own difficulties back then. Don’t worry, they will definitely come and visit you.”
Zhao pingting said, “Mother, I don’t need them to visit me. I really don’t need them! “Don’t be too sad. I know my illness very well. If I really leave, don’t be sad either. Just treat it as if you have never raised a daughter like me.”
