Su Yunlei finally showed a bit of reaction, her body covered in wounds, looking at Lin Qiao like a puppet, her voice devoid of warmth and emotion:
"Why didn't you find me sooner?"
"Mom is sorry to you." Lin Qiao started to cry.
Su Yunlei couldn't even muster a sarcastic smile: "Yes, you're not my mom. I was just a tool for you to climb up. Now this tool is useless, so why bother with me?"
"It's not like that." Lin Qiao sobbed: "Leilei, I love you. No matter what, even though I didn't give birth to you, I've treated you as my own daughter."
"Biological daughter? How many times have I said that uncle... But you didn't believe me and left me there alone. Look at the outcome, is this what you wanted to see?"
"No." Lin Qiao shook her head desperately.
Su Yunlei was quite irritated by her crying, and she spoke: "You should leave. I don't want to see you."
"No, Leilei, this time mom is here to take you out. Please don't ignore mom." Lin Qiao suddenly panicked.
