Guo Cuihua was startled, "What?"
Zhou Lin's harshness was something Cheng Zhiwei had experienced, and in disbelief yet compelled, she spoke out to stop him, "Zhou Lin, don't say anymore."
But Zhou Lin's words had already come out, "By being so biased towards Cheng Zhiwei, have you ever thought that, three years ago, the shameless thing Cheng Zhiwei did could have been spurred on by your favoritism, that it was an issue with your upbringing?"
Guo Cuihua's face turned pale, and she swayed unsteadily, "Is... it my fault?"
Her eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Mom."
Outside the operating room, Cheng Zhiwei leaned against the wall, her long hair completely hiding her expression, fists clenched and resting on her knees, tightly gripping.
The bitterness inside her was about to burst out of her body.
She could never have imagined that a mere morning quarrel at home would result in such swift retaliation.
