Qiao Xin turned to the side. She finally understood what it meant to be pitiful. There must be something hateful about her mother.
In the past, her father had always hit her mother. At that time, she had always felt that her father was like a great demon, wanting to hit his mother at every turn.
But now she understood that it was because her mother deserved a beating!
She was woman who had betrayed her husband and schemed against her daughter. What right did such a person have to live?
Qiao Xin took a deep breath, her gaze gradually becoming firm. She looked at Qiao Shan and said in a much gentler tone, "Dad, I left a gift for you in the drawer under the bookcase in my study. I wanted to give it to you myself, but I might not be able to do it now!"
Qiao Xin slowly lowered her gaze. She really wanted to see her father's expression when he saw the gift.
