Yu Miao opened her mouth, staring blankly at her adoptive mother in front of her, a little overwhelmed.
Hu Ying continued to scold, "Your mother, that big b*tch, stole my daughter, and you, little b*tch, is shameless. You still want to lead my sons astray. Fortunately, my sons reacted in time. What else do you want to argue about?"
She had been holding her anger for the past few days, and it was almost driving her crazy.
Yu Miao cried and said, "Mom, I didn't…"
Before she could finish speaking, Hu Ying scolded again, "Shameless, shameless, you unlucky ghost, look at you, you're only in your twenties and you look like a woman in her thirties. It's really true that your face reflects your heart. You're so ugly! It's a good thing I didn't give birth to a daughter like you."
"Ah!" Yu Miao covered her ears and screamed, her face full of pain.
