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"Wuuu~" Zhou Xinyao had been crying nonstop for nearly half an hour, the used tissues nearly filling an entire trash bin.
Lin Xilin handed her a cup of hot tea, "Take a break and drink some water, don't get dehydrated."
Although she didn't stop sobbing, Zhou Xinyao still took a sip of the hot tea before she continued to cry, interspersing her sobs with complaints against Zhou Jingxian.
"Can you believe it? I never thought my dad would do this to me. I'm his own daughter and he even lied to me... Wuuu~" She sniffled and went on, "No matter what, I'm an adult. Is it that hard to speak the truth to me? Wuuu~"
Seeing her like this, Lin Xilin felt helpless. She had given birth to a daughter less than two months ago, and had only very recently completed her postpartum confinement. She hadn't fully recovered yet, and had planned to visit the gallery today to check on the progress of her work. Instead, Zhou Xinyao had barged in early in the morning and stopped her from going.
