Bai Xue's previous murderous rage was like being doused from head to toe with a cold bucket of water, finally completely extinguished, and what followed was a full sense of regret.
How could she have forgotten that her eldest daughter was not to be trifled with? Last time, she left home and stayed out for two days, almost causing her husband to divorce her. She learned her lesson secretly and tried not to tear their faces apart, maintaining surface harmony. She had been doing well recently, even treating her eldest daughter as if she didn't exist, sometimes not speaking a word all day. Today, it was as if she was possessed by pig's grease and ended up beating her like this, turning the situation into such a mess.
Sitting on the ground, Ye Ling was barefoot, dirt clinging to her bare feet, her face bruised and battered, combined with her tears and disheveled hair, she looked as miserable as could be.
