"What's the use of an explanation? She hasn't been spared from any of the suffering she deserves. Do you know what she's been through all these years?" Jian Shuya couldn't stay calm.
Fu Yunhai kept his head down: "She... I don't know."
Jian Shuya mocked, "Of course you don't know. You've been cherishing someone else's child like a treasure, showing filial piety to that wealthy father-in-law of yours, but only my Xixi was targeted by the Song Family before she even came of age. She became a walking blood bank for the Song Family's eldest son. Whenever he was unwell, she had to use her blood to keep him alive. In less than three years, do you know how much blood that old scumbag from the Song Family took from her..."
Fu Yunhai stared at Jian Shuya in disbelief.
Jian Shuya's heart was filled with indignation, exploding in this moment.
