"Now you want me as your daughter?" Nan Yan scoffed coldly, "Unfortunately, you're not worthy."
"For the past sixteen years, except when I was young at the beginning and I couldn't do anything so I ate what you provided, drank what you gave. When I turned six, I had to work every day to exchange for three meals a day."
"A six-year-old child washing dishes, fetching water, sweeping the floor, cooking. If there's anything that I couldn't do well, I would get beaten."
"I also had to take care of my younger brother who's just a year and a half younger than me. I had to carry him and look after him every day. If he cried, I'd still get beaten."
"This kind of life became even worse as I grew older. Even when I started going to school, I had to wake up early to cook breakfast, come back in the evening to cook dinner, then wash clothes, work, and stay busy until late at night before I could sleep..."
