"Mom... that, my classmate hasn't had dinner yet, can you go cook some food?"
Long Jinghan's eyes carried a hint of fear as she cautiously asked.
Long Jinghan's mother glared: "I heard you, go wash some fruit for them to tide them over."
Long Jinghan lowered her gaze and muttered a soft "Okay," then walked toward the kitchen with a dejected step. But halfway there, her mother added with a cold voice, "Remember to give some to your brother; he's about to take the college entrance exam and needs to get more nutrition."
Long Jinghan seemed to have grown accustomed to this treatment, responding with a "Got it" before silently entering the kitchen.
Qiao Lei watched, grinding her teeth, ready to explode at any moment. She thought, what kind of mother is this? As if her daughter isn't her own flesh and blood?
"This child just doesn't understand, she's never given us peace of mind."
