"Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?" Su Xuefang was alarmed by her mother's gaze.
"What an idiot." Ma Xiulan sighed. "I've doted on you for so many years. I'm also an idiot."
Now, no matter how stupid Su Xuefang was, sensed something was wrong. In her desperation, she knelt in front of Ma Xiulan with a thud and cried, "I was wrong, Mom, I was wrong. I'll listen to you from now on. I'm begging you, Mom. My husband has been arrested. I have nothing left. If my parent's home doesn't help me, I'll be forced to die."
"You..." Ma Xiulan wanted to kick her, but she couldn't bear to.
She had doted on her daughter for so many years, but she had never regretted being accused of being biased. Looking at it now, there was an indescribable feeling.
