"Who am I? I'm her mother!" Lu Mei Juan said with a somewhat distorted expression.
Just as everyone was a little frightened by her expression, she suddenly sat on the ground and started crying: "I'm so unfortunate, I adopted a daughter when I was young, raised her through thick and thin, and now this daughter doesn't recognize me anymore. If I had known this would happen, why did I bother being so kind back then?"
"Auntie, the daughter you're talking about is?" Someone curiously glanced at Ye Qiu.
"It's her, Ye Qiu." Lu Mei Juan accused, "Back then when I brought her home, she was skin and bones, just a tiny little thing. Her father and I scrimped and saved to put her through school. Now her father is bedridden from years of hard work, and she doesn't care, cruel enough not to even answer my calls. It's heartless; we raised a heartless child!"
Lu Mei Juan cried and howled accusingly at Ye Qiu, her words hitting home, leaving Ye Qiu no room to breathe.
