When I looked up, it was Qin Hongyuan with a cold look in his eyes.
Maybe the impression I left on her before was too deep.
Wu Xiufen shuddered and decisively withdrew her hand.
Father Zhao glanced at the useless woman.
I feel so unlucky in my heart that he has to come in the end.
"Nianhui, I know you hate us, and that's right, but shouldn't you also think about this: without us, you would have frozen to death on the street that year?" Father Zhao pointed out the key point.
Although it wasn't that good to Zhao Nianhui.
But after all, I have raised her for so many years.
Raise a baby from swaddling clothes into an adult.
Their efforts should be rewarded.
Zhao's father's specious words made Zhao Nianhui's expression even more sarcastic.
"You mean, I should be grateful for your beatings and scoldings over the years?"
Father Zhao’s face froze.
Qin Hongyuan looked at the man who was full of despair with concern.
So this is what her family is like.
No wonder you didn't want to come back in the first place.
"But we raised you after all. Now that you have grown up, you want to argue with me about trivial matters." Father Zhao said angrily.
His voice sounded somewhat helpless, and he really looked like a humble old father.
But Zhao Nianhui will not be deceived by illusions, as she can still vividly remember her childhood experiences.
"When I was 6, you kicked me several meters away and I only stopped when I hit the wall. When I was 8, you came back drunk and choked me, almost strangling me to death. When I was 10, I was alone with only a coat and you locked me outside the door. It was the coldest winter."
There are so many things like this.
I don’t know where Mr. Zhao’s hatred for a child comes from.
A little kid who looked up and called him father could actually do that.
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