Zhu Moli sat motionless, expressionless, feeling deeply disgusted by the family atmosphere, yet she did not dare to resist.
These days, Ma Lijuan and Zhu Chenghui have been arguing every day. She has largely learned about their past. It turns out that what she once thought was a relatively harmonious family was a facade; inside, it was already ugly beyond belief. Her parents were nothing but a scumbag and a worthless woman.
Looking at Ma Lijuan, Zhu Moli suddenly felt hatred for her, hating her for bringing her inexplicably into this world.
She also hated Zhu Chenghui. She used to think of him as a benevolent father, but seeing through the disguise, he had such an ugly face.
She hated herself even more; perhaps she was just a bastard who didn't even know who her father was. She was filthy herself.
"Ma Lijuan, how dare you speak? Who knows what kind of enchantment you've used on me to make me abandon my wife and daughter to be with you!"
