Xia Jiaojiao's home was located at the end of the town, about a fifteen-minute walk from the school.
At this moment, Xia Jiaojiao stood at her doorstep, looking at the dilapidated mud-brick house she was living in now, and then thinking of the beautiful villa they once had, with nannies and sedans, she immediately felt a pang of sorrow in her nose and felt so wronged, so deeply wronged.
If it weren't for Xia Ningxing and her family ruining her home, how could her family have fallen to such a state?
Especially when she wanted to enter the house, indescribable noises were coming from inside—
It was her mother with a client...
Scenes suddenly flashed through Xia Jiaojiao's mind, and she covered her mouth, unable to suppress the feeling of nausea; her feet froze, unable to take another step closer, her fingers tightly pinching the straps of her schoolbag.
She just stood there, her eyes full of disgust.
