(Selling your daughter to pay off a loan shark? Is that something a human would do?!)

Yaoyao couldn't stop her tears from falling.

It turns out that she is not even a 'bride price tool', but just a 'debt repayment tool'.

Her heart was filled with helplessness and despair, as if the whole world was forcing her to give up.

"Your homeroom teacher secretly signed you up for a competition, and you performed very well, winning first prize in the National Mathematics Competition.

But your father tore up the certificate, saying that math is useless for girls."

Yaoyao covered her mouth, tears bursting out:

"You...you even know this?" Her heart ached.

That certificate is her only hope.

She studied very hard just to prove that she was no worse than anyone else, but her father didn't even look at her books and tore them into pieces.

(Tear up the certificate?! Is this something a biological father would do?)

(My fists clenched. I want to fuck him!)

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open and Yaoyao's younger brother walked in swaggeringly.

He held a stack of homework in his hand and yelled in a vicious tone:

"Hey, finish my homework! Hurry up!"

Yaoyao lowered her head and spoke in a weak voice:

"I...I have something else to do..."

"Something?" The younger brother sneered, grabbed the homework and hit her head hard.

"You have nothing to worry about! You were born to serve me! You piece of shit!"

The sharp corner of the exercise book hit the girl's forehead and blood flowed down her cheek.

She bit her lip, not daring to cry out or resist. She didn't even dare to reach out and disconnect the line.

She knew that if her brother saw her still having time to play with her phone, he would definitely smash it to pieces.

This phone is already broken and can't stand any more damage.

The younger brother sat down on the girl's bed, crossed his legs and ordered:

"Go, cut some fruit for me!"

Yaoyao stood up silently and walked towards the kitchen.

Her heart was filled with humiliation and anger, but she dared not resist.

She knew that in this family, she was just a 'tool', a tool to serve her brother.

My younger brother was eating fruit while cursing:

"Dad said he would bring your husband back soon.

Even though that old man is a bit old, he gave a generous betrothal gift. You should marry him sooner rather than being an eyesore at home!"