"Mother and daughter?"
Xiaoli suddenly laughed, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Chen Yu with sadness in her eyes, "Mom, in your eyes, am I your daughter? You've never cared for or loved me. I've never experienced motherly love!"
"Xiaoli, you can't say that!"
Ever since the last incident at the hospital, Chen Yu had been worried about this, but seeing that Xiaoli hadn't mentioned it again, she thought she was just saying it casually.
"No matter what, haven't I raised you for over twenty years?"
"Raised me?"
Xiaoli let out a cold laugh and said, "At eight years old, while others were still nestled in their mothers' arms, I already had to wake up early and go to bed late cooking and doing housework for you! When I graduated high school and could earn money, didn't you always take money from me? Did you ever ask if I had enough to eat or wear outside?"
"I..."
Indeed, this was an area where Chen Yu was indebted to her, but she didn't want it that way either.
