Even if Jiang Ruan suppressed herself, remained calm, she couldn't help but break down when she said these words.
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her chest heaving violently, as those dark and desperate painful memories rushed out from the depths of her mind, tearing at her soul.
They pulled her back to those painful years in an instant.
There were times back then when she really wanted to die.
More than once.
She thought, if she died, she'd be free from her completely.
"You gambled away money, a full three million, and when you couldn't pay it back, you sold me to them, let them use me to make money."
Her eyes were red, her hand clutching her chest, tears welling up in her eyes, her face full of hatred.
"Fang Cui, do you think I don't remember anything? I haven't looked for you, and you dare to come here and make trouble, dare to come ask me for money, do you have no shame?"
