"Lu Qingyi, you actually hit me."
Yao Meishu covered her face, her voice trembling a bit.
A daughter hitting her mother, she could not believe such a thing happened to her.
"Yao Meishu, if you stop bothering me from now on, then we can live our separate lives. If you do something that upsets me in the future, I won't be concerned about our blood ties."
Lu Qingyi slightly crouched down, she looked into Yao Meishu's eyes and spoke word by word.
Sometimes when she was tough, it frightened even herself.
Seeing Yao Meishu in such a pitiful state, Lu Qingyi did not feel a bit sorry but rather relieved.
"I should have strangled you when you were born."
Yao Meishu glared at Lu Qingyi with intense hatred in her eyes.
She regretted letting Lu Qingyi grow up, Lu Qingyi might have been born to torment her.
"Huh." Lu Qingyi scoffed.
Yao Meishu was really cold-hearted, Lu Qingyi did not feel sad at all hearing these relentlessly cruel words.
