"Xiao Yu, my dear daughter, have you suffered here?"
Sheng Ruomei got out of the car, her face wet with tears. She immediately dragged her left leg, which was in a cast, and ran to Nan Yu, embracing her with distress.
Then, when no one was looking, she silently sprinkled all the powdered medicine, hidden in her sleeve, onto Nan Yu's back.
Nan Yu, startled by Sheng Ruomei's intimate gesture, quickly pushed her away, her expression changing, "Mrs. Nan, we have already severed our mother-daughter relationship. What are you doing?"
Falling out of the car behind them, Nan Qingqing wore a look of resentment.
"Sister, our foster mother has been so good to you, yet you insist on severing your mother-daughter ties. Do you know how much this breaks her heart?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Ruomei's tears fell even faster, her face a picture of profound hurt.
"Xiao Yu, you can resent Mom and do whatever you want, but please, can you stop being angry with her?"
