Aunt Fu was so harshly scolded by Qiao Jingchen that her face turned even paler, losing all its color. She stared blankly at Qiao Jingchen in front of her.
"Do you hate me that much?"
"Yes, you were just a passerby A from the beginning!" Qiao Jingchen said coldly, "You lost it, so why try to get it back? My parents have worked so hard all these years, why do you have to come looking for us again? If you had even a little bit of kindness, you wouldn't come looking for me. I'm in so much pain because of your appearance, so much pain that I want to die, do you know that?"
Qiao Jingchen's emotions were somewhat agitated, and he shouted out all these words in one breath.
Zhuang Yuezhou wanted to step forward to stop him, but Aunt Fu grabbed Zhuang Yuezhou's sleeve.
She said, "Let Jingchen speak, let him curse me. I'm a bastard, I was a bastard back then, and I'm a bastard now."
