"You can leave."
Qiao En said in a muffled voice.
She had never thought that one day she would be caught between her birth mother and her adoptive mother.
But at this moment, she made the decision for Auntie Jiang.
She and Su Nian were victims, twenty-five years ago, because of her mother's selfish desires, they both lost their biological parents.
And how innocent Auntie Jiang was, as a birth mother, separated from her own child, deceived for decades.
Qiao's mother was as if granted amnesty.
"Enya, won't you come home with mom?"
At this moment, she still remembered Qiao En.
A warmth spread again in her heart.
But Qiao En hardened her heart, she shook her head and said, "No, I want to stay with my mom."
Qiao's mother didn't insist any further, she hurriedly left in a panic.
Perhaps running too hastily, her head suddenly hit the door, making a loud "thud."
She stepped back, not caring about the pain on her forehead, and walked out the door.
