Song Yunuan accompanied them upstairs.
The corridor was very quiet.
There were only a few of them.
Song Yunuan's face grew cold, "Were you guys raised in the Valley of the Wicked, or is it that your entire family is made up of villains, without a single good soul?"
Pointing at Xia Zhi and Xia Liying with her finger, her eyes, however, were fixed on the other three people, "Their mother, Shangguan Yunqi, in 1950, with despicable and shameless motives, lured my uncle, who was only five at the time and a prodigy, away from Xia family village.
Through her elder brother, Shangguan Heng's connections, she stuffed him into a sealed freight container and sold him to Xiangjiang.
My uncle was kept in a basement for thirty whole years, without seeing the light of day.
Shangguan Heng was vicious and cruel; whenever my uncle tried to go home to find his mother, he was beaten mercilessly with a whip.
My uncle's body is covered with scars from years of whipping.
