Lin Fang was very good at making children happy.
She often made Zhao Ziqing burst into laughter.
Shangguan Furong stood on the third floor watching everything downstairs, her gaze icy cold, as tears fell one after another.
That was her child!
The flesh of her womb that she carried for ten months!
By what right did this despicable woman steal her away!
"Mom, sister is young and doesn't know better, don't blame her." A pair of small hands grasped Shangguan Furong's hand.
Zhao Zijun was only ten years old, he didn't know how to comfort Shangguan Furong.
Shangguan Furong coldly flung Zhao Zijun's hand away, "Get lost! I'm not your mom! Aren't you all just wishing for me to die sooner, to make way for that woman? Let me tell you! I won't let you have your wish!"
Never!
Shangguan Furong clenched her hand tightly, turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door with a 'bang'.
"Mom..." Zhao Zijun choked on the word 'Mom', sobbing without a sound.
