'Was this still the same daughter who, just like her late husband, was so quiet you couldn't beat a peep out of her?'
Even though she had been a terribly neglectful mother, she had watched this child grow up. From the moment the girl could walk, she had been ordering her to fetch this and that. She had truly exploited the tiny child to the fullest, enslaving her to this very day.
She knew this child she had personally "trained" all too well.
That's why Ren Xingchen had never imagined that a helpless, uneducated, nine-year-old girl would dare to shout at her in this unfamiliar train car!
Ren Xingchen had been beautiful since she was a little girl and had high standards. When it was time for her to marry, she had ultimately chosen Father Sheng, a man from her village with a promising military career.
With the generous allowance Father Sheng mailed home clutched in her hands, her life became comfortable and pleasant, and she soon forgot how she had ever endured her past poverty.
