"Xiaoyun, how can you say such a thing? I know that I was sorry for you back then, but I have paid the price over the years, haven't you?"
Yang Xiaoyu, who hadn't spoken all the time, suddenly ran up to her adoptive mother like a madness, and her eyes flashed hurt and looked at her.
"The price?" The adoptive mother sneered: "Haha... This is called the price? Don't even think about it. I want you to see your own daughter marrying a gangster and let him trample him. Let her die."
"You... You are crazy, no matter how much she is your niece, how can you treat her so cruelly?"
"Over the years, I have treated your daughter as my own daughter, gave her the best, and taught her the best. Even let her lead a life like a eldest lady. Is it because I wanted to make up for the mistakes I made in those years? After doing this, what do you want me to do to let my daughter go?"
Yang Xiaoyu covered her chest with her hand, breathless, and she could feel her heartache and anger at the moment when she said it.
"Let her go?" The adoptive mother laughed, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Yang Xiaoyu, you chose to do that back then. You should have thought that there will be such a day, right?"
"As for you to help me raise my daughter, that's what you should do. In short, you owe me all of this. Didn't you ask me how I am willing to let your daughter go? Then I will tell you directly, unless you Die in front of me, or you will never think I can forgive you for the rest of your life."
The adoptive mother's words were harsh, and she seemed to have no intention of letting her go.
"Mom, are you crazy?" I couldn't listen anymore, I really didn't expect a person to become so terrible because of hatred.
"Crazy?" The adoptive mother glanced at me and started her lips: "Yes, I'm crazy. I want to make all of you who hurt me go crazy like me."
"Sister, I beg you, OK? Don't hurt Xiaodie anymore. You have caused enough torture for her over the years. I hope you let her go, OK? All the faults are caused by me alone. , If you have anything to do, just direct at me."
Suddenly, Yang Xiaoyu knelt down at the feet of her adoptive mother with a thump, tears had soaked her eyes, and she slid down directly.
She looked sad, the piercing pain.
Only those who have experienced this can understand that this kind of pain can make people even give up.
"Enough, are you making enough trouble?" With a roar, only a pop came from, Hua Mingguo, who had been sitting on the side, stood up, with a rather ugly expression on his face.
Just like the frost in the cold winter, it was cold and terrifying, and it could be said that there was no expression at all. He stared at Yang Xiaoyun angrily, stepped forward to support Yang Xiaoyu, gently hugged her in his arms, glanced at her, and sneered: "Yang Xiaoyun, if you have something, you can just rush to me."
"I was sorry for you back then. It has nothing to do with Xiaoyu. If you have anything to do with me, you have been so cruel to my daughter these years. Now why can't you let her go?"
"Are you really happy when you watched her being laughed at?" After Hua Mingguo said these words, he turned his eyes to me, sighed and said to me: "Xiaodie, I'm sorry for mom and dad. You, made you suffer so much over the years."