Before Old Xu could speak, she said dejectedly, "If it weren't for the romantic debt you owed, how could my daughter have been separated from me for so many years, being beaten and scolded by others!"
She also witnessed with her own eyes one time when such a thick belt hit such a thin child again and again, but the child only groaned, as if he didn't feel the pain and endured it.
Now that I think about it, I wonder how many times she must have gone through this kind of abuse to develop such strength and fearlessness of pain.
Whenever Xu's mother thought about it, her heart ached, and she became dissatisfied with everything about Old Xu. She just wanted to beat this guy up and let him feel the pain.
After all, Old Xu was doing well in the outside world. Although there were not too many dangers in the officialdom, he had dealt with different people for decades and had some experience. After hearing a few words from Yaya's mother, he understood that she knew about his past with Shi Qinglian.
But what about this daughter?
He looked at Yaya's horrible head again with suspicion. Was it really Shi Qinglian who did it?
What the hell is a curse? In this scientific age, is there really such an ancient method?
But what about the other daughter that A Xiu just mentioned?
His mind is now full of a ball of threads, tangled around in it, waiting for him to set things right!
Yaya looked at her father, who was frowning, his brows almost twisted into a "川" shape, and sighed helplessly: "My sister is not dead, she was taken away by Shi Qinglian."
Old Xu's eyes widened suddenly. He found the end of the ball of thread in his mind and it would be straightened out with just a pull.
He tentatively confirmed: "Wenwen is my daughter?"
His voice was low but husky, and he glanced carefully at both people in the room.
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