"Ah?"
Chu Dazhuang paused and Qing Qing turned his head to look at Zhuang Yufen.
"You're saying, Xiao Qin was sold to a foreign devil by Xu Gen'er?"
"Mhm."
Zhuang Yufen nodded, her eyes filled with misery.
"That's right."
She spoke softly, her words laden with sorrow. She was about to say more when suddenly a choked sob escaped her and tears streamed down her cheeks.
After all, it was her own daughter, how could she not love her?
Chu Dazhuang lay there quietly, his expression somber, his hands gently stroking Zhuang Yufen's back.
At that moment, he was suppressing his rage.
His little sister Xiao Qin had been used by Xu Gen'er as a gambling stake, and gambled away directly to a foreigner.
What a great humiliation.
His dear sister Xiao Qin, he'd thought that after she married, she would have a happy family and life, and her future would be filled with happiness—something that would make him, as her brother, happy as well.
