Qiao Xuanxuan stood outside the study, feeling cold all over.
She heard everything, she heard it all.
So it turned out that Qiao Qianqian was also her father's daughter, her mother said her father had kept a woman outside, not only a woman but also a daughter.
On the days her father didn't come home, was he out with another woman and that woman's daughter? Whereas on her own birthdays, only her mother was there for her, and when she fell ill, it was also only her mother who cared for her.
And Qianqian, it turned out Qianqian had known all along. Was Qianqian's friendship with her all in order to get close to grandpa and into the Qiao family?
Qiao Xuanxuan fought back her tears, she shouldn't cry, why should she cry? She hadn't done anything wrong. It was her father who had betrayed her mother and her, betrayed their family. It was Qianqian who had calculatedly drawn close to her; she didn't need to be sad for these people.
