Sang Qian looked at the little house with a heart that ached like it was being pricked by needles, "You do, you have a home, any place that's mine is your home."
The little house pouted and tears rolled down, "Eldest Young Mrs."
Sang Qian reached out to wipe her tears, "Don't cry, let's go."
The little house nodded, followed Sang Qian for a few steps, then stopped, turned around to look at Zhu Jianguo, who was kneeling on the ground, "You've already sold me, from now on, I am not your daughter, you are not my dad."
The daughter had always been obedient and compliant, she had never spoken such resolute words before, and Zhu Jianguo panicked, quickly got up from the ground and blocked her way.
He fiercely slapped his own face, "I am not human, I shouldn't have sold you, but don't cut ties with me, otherwise, your brother will find out and kick me out of the house."
