Luo Yuzhu did not think she was at fault, the problem was Xiaofeng, it was Xiaofeng who was ungrateful, who forgot the good done to her. Luo Yuzhu had not wanted to unearth this secret, but Xiaofeng had forced her hand so harshly.
Old Guaizi's body trembled. He thought about hitting Luo Yuzhu, but his body would not move, his whole body was weak, and even his throat struggled to make a sound.
His hands fell, like a dejected old man, his voice hoarse and weak, "You said Xiaofeng is not our daughter, then where is our daughter? When you were giving birth that year, I was standing right outside the delivery room, watching with my own eyes as our daughter was born."
