"Isn't mom going back home to see little sister?"
When the Tang brothers were at a loss for words, Tang Yuxin twisted her little face, her reddish tiny lips uttered words that once again struck Sang Zhilan in the chest, almost killing her.
This feeling of being stabbed in the heart, it's called pain.
At the thought of her sick daughter at home, Sang Zhilan's lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word for a long time. She had initially planned to take Wei Jiani back to her parents' home, so they could help to take care of her for a while.
But now, with the commotion caused by the Tang family, her mothers and sister-in-laws were barely looking at her humanely, seemingly eager to drive her away.
Seeing the fair and plump Tang Yuxin, a hint of jealousy flickered in her eyes.
