Wang Shan, leaning against the door, quickly wiped her tears upon hearing Wang Xueqin's voice.
She gently patted her face, now red and swollen from crying. She still thought everything she had just heard was nothing more than a nightmare.
She, Wang Shan, was a proud daughter of heaven. How could she be a pawn adopted by Wang Xueqin for healing?
How could she be an orphan, just like that lowly, cheap Zhong Lingling?
Even if she was luckier than Zhong Lingling by being adopted by a wealthy family, it did not change the fact she was an orphan. If Wang Xueqin ever found her daughter, or if Wang Xueqin's emotional wound healed, this pawn could be kicked out at any time.
