Hearing Wu Qing's question, Li Zhenzhen's tears began to flow even more fiercely, and she threw herself into her mother's arms, crying extremely grievously.
"Don't cry, my dear! Mom knows you've been wronged, my poor child," Wu Qing said, patting Li Zhenzhen's back and gently comforting her. There was no need to ask; she already knew that her daughter's days at the Cheng Family were not going well.
Remembering that today was her brother's wedding day, and it was unlucky to cry like this, Li Zhenzhen quickly stepped back from Wu Qing's embrace, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped away the tears on her face, "Mom! I'm not wronged, really! You don't have to worry."
