Qingqing's left cheek immediately swelled up, leaving a bright red handprint, but she still didn't yield and stared stubbornly at the woman above, her eyes filled with intense hatred.
Yao Yufei stood up, walked down the steps, and looked at her daughter with a hint of pity, "I know you resent me, hate me, but this is a sacrifice we must make."
"Just endure a little longer, once the demon fetus matures, you won't have to suffer anymore."
Qingqing let out a sarcastic laugh; 'we' as if you are tormented by the demon fetus every year, what exactly have you sacrificed?!
Yao Yufei reached out, wanting to caress her daughter's injured face, but Qingqing slapped her hand away.
Qingqing didn't want to have any more exchanges with this woman and turned to leave.
"Chu Xuan."
Qingqing's body suddenly stiffened.
