The hand clutching the armrest of the chair grew tighter and tighter, but Shen Qiunong never lifted her head.
"A pitiful little girl lost her parents, became an orphan, and was adopted by her uncle and aunt. Unfortunately, her aunt was cruel, often beating and scolding her. The poor little girl's body was covered in bruises, she didn't have enough to eat or clothes to keep warm, and there was endless housework for her to do. But fortunately, she met me."
Shen Qiunong trembled all over.
Yu Ruohuan looked down at the elder's lapse in composure with a detached sense of enjoyment. Her voice was soft to the extreme, yet like a venomous snake coiled around one's neck, it made chills run down the spine.
