Qi Miao rolled her eyes at the phone, "Zhou Daqiang, can you have some shame? What does your marriage and buying a house have to do with me? I'm not your mom."
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Daqiang sneered at Qi Miao's words and said:
"You're a member of our Zhou family, and I'm the only male descendant. The Zhou family relies on me to carry on the family line. You, a losing-money-good-for-nothing, were born to support me. If you can't even serve this purpose, what's the use of Mom giving birth to you?"
Zhou Daqiang said this confidently, not feeling the least bit shameless about his words.
Qi Miao, on the other hand, couldn't help but tremble with anger as she listened to his blatant belittlement.
How could she have such a terrible family background?
If she were to live in this kind of family for thirty years, she would go insane.
"If you're sick in the head, go get treatment. Even if your family has a royal position to inherit, it has nothing to do with me."
