She had had enough!
Lin Fang's cheekbones were naturally higher than the average person. At this moment, with her face stern, she looked like a terrifying demon, her fierce appearance was scary!
It was a stark contrast to her usual gentle demeanor.
Chang Yue moved to Lin Fang's side, watching Zhao Ziqing's retreating figure, and worriedly said, "Mom, what if she complains?"
Zhao Ziqing and the old lady Zhao were different.
Old lady Zhao could not speak or move, not even a hint of facial expression. But Zhao Ziqing was eight years old this year, able to speak clearly. If she tells Zhao Shen, it would be hard to explain.
Lin Fang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have ways to keep her quiet."
Seeing Lin Fang's confidence, Chang Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
...
In the night, Zhao Ziqing curled up in the cold bed, staring at the family photo on the desk, and silently shed tears.
She missed her dad, missed her brother, and a little bit she also missed her mother.
