Su Aixiu reached out to touch Su Wanwan's face, but she didn't. She withdrew her hand midway:

“I really hurt myself when I gave birth to you, and I didn’t even know it when I was pregnant with your brother.

Later I found out I was pregnant, so I was very careful.

But you brought the old witch and Huang Qin home, watched them kill your brother with your own eyes, and didn't even bother to call for help."

Su Wanwan......

She had a string of letters she wanted to send to Su Aixiu.

If she calculated correctly, Su Wanwan was only two years old at the time.

So how smart must a two-year-old be to think so much?

Others also came to mind:

That’s it?

That’s it?

Just because of this?

Is this mother crazy?

Su Wanwan was also very angry, but when she saw Su Zhanyu on the ground, she looked at Huang Qin.

She suddenly understood Su Aixiu's approach:

She didn't really hate Su Wanwan for not helping, but wanted to find someone to divert her guilt.

It's just that the number of people who can bear it is a bit small.

Huang Qin's screams, Su Linna's struggles, Su Zhanyu's sadness, Su Aixiu's coldness and cruelty, plus the confused Su Kelin.

This is really a perfect drama.

Su Wanwan clapped her hands:

"Okay, okay, I finally understand what happened.

So now let’s talk about:

Mother, how do you know what happened to me here?"

All of Su Aixiu's joy disappeared because of her daughter's words.

A breath stuck in my chest and can't be released:

"You still have the nerve to ask, why do you want to meet this scumbag Su Zhanyu?"

Su Wanwan wagged her finger:

"Mom, don't try to change the subject, tell me, what is going on?

How come you, a village woman, are so well-informed?"

If you don’t answer me properly, I will do something special.