Rong Yan looked at her calmly, "So you're saying that you're not planning to send her back? Have you considered your biological daughter's feelings? Have you thought about how her parents feel?"
Rong Xuefeng, "You... Can't you be a little more forgiving? She hasn't caused you any trouble..."
Rong Yan looked at her, "You're wrong about that. She stole eighteen years of my life, and it was her parents who swapped us with malicious intent."
"While she was enjoying the love and affection of our parents, I started doing chores in her place when I was only five, sweeping, feeding chickens, cutting grass, taking care of my little brother. By seven, I was cooking and doing the laundry. When I wasn't even tall enough to reach the stove, I had to stand on a stool to cook. The river water in the winter was bone-chilling, and I had to wash the family's clothes."
