Whenever Shen Qing sees Su Yunling's face, she remembers how the man she loved most was stolen away by that slut of a mother of his.
That woman has been dead for more than a decade.
Shen Qing still hates her.
The more Su Yunling grows to resemble that woman, the more Shen Qing feels hatred.
Shen Qing tightly clenched her palms to keep the resentment from showing in her eyes.
Unaware of Shen Qing's thoughts, Su Yunling stood at the corner of the stairs, looking at Shen Qing and said, "Madam Shen, you must be mistaken. I don't recall my mother having any other children besides me."
"Did Madam Shen even think before she spoke?"
As soon as Su Yunling's words came out, Shen Qing's expression froze momentarily, and soon she wiped her tears with a saddened face, "Yiyang isn't your sibling by blood, but he is your brother."
"No matter what, you shouldn't have hit him."
Su Yunling no longer paid attention to Shen Qing and instead walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace.
