How dare he?

How dare he!

My Yaoyao, my Yaoyao!

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, mom is here.”

She hugged Song Yao tightly, not daring to imagine what her Yaoyao would have experienced if Lin Ran and He Xiaoyue had not happened to pass by and heard Song Yao's cry for help.

At this time, Song Yao had finally vented most of her anger, her crying gradually stopped, and she was finally able to make sobbing sounds.

“It’s not my dad!

He just said that my father had already given me to him.

Even if he killed me today, my dad wouldn't hold him accountable, and he might even take the initiative to send me to his door.

Mom, why does my dad treat me like this?

Am I not his biological daughter?"

Hearing Song Yao's questioning was like a knife cutting into Luo Wanjun's heart, and blood immediately flowed out.

yes!

What does Song Wenhua think of them, mother and daughter?

She made such a fuss a couple of days ago, even threatening divorce, but it didn't work at all.

Song Wenhua turned around and arranged a marriage for his daughter behind his back.

Are the harsh words I said a joke to him?

My daughter was lucky to escape today, but what about next time?

Who can guarantee it?

Just like she is now not sure whether Song Wenhua will arrange another messy marriage for her daughter.

She didn't know how to protect her daughter, just like she didn't know how to live before.

At this moment, Luo Wanjun hated her own incompetence so much.

It would be great if nothing happened to Xinhan.

Then Xiaoyan wouldn't have suffered so much with me.

Then Yaoyao’s surname wouldn’t be Song, her name should be Shi Yao.

She is the little cotton-padded jacket that Xinhan has always been thinking about.

She is the apple of the eye of the entire Shi family.

Xinhan, tell me what to do!

Xinhan...

I, I miss you too.

Over the years, she missed Shi Xinhan all the time.

But these thoughts are destined to be suppressed in the deepest part of my heart.