At this moment, at the entrance of the hospital, Han Zhuomei clutched her purse tightly.
What should I do?
That damn girl refuses to let Xiaolan be taken out.
And no one in the family supports her except for the eldest son.
She dares not speak to her mother-in-law or her husband.
Yet the situation right before her eyes makes her anxious as a burning fire.
Xiaolan, aside from the hardships endured before the age of six, has been raised in luxury all these years.
In the police station, can she not even get a bite of food, not even a drop of water?
Thinking about it, Han Zhuomei feels the tears welling up.
She turns her head to look at the hospital's wards, a surge of hatred growing within.
It's all that damn girl's fault.
If it weren't for the trouble that An Xiaotong stirred up, how could Xiaolan have ended up in the station?
