"Thank you." Jie Jingling was very grateful to her. It was Aunt Qiao who had given them warmth and a comfortable life, although it had all been bought with her mother's life.
Sometimes, Jie Jingling had a selfish thought. 'Mother saving Aunt Qiao's life was the best thing she ever did. With Granny's overbearing nature and Father's blind filial piety, Mother couldn't protect us.'
Her father's change after her mother died was meaningless. To say she didn't hate him would be a lie; she just suppressed that hatred in the deepest corner of her heart.
"Mom," Sun Dexiang whined, unable to stand the sight of Sun Tong gnawing on a chicken leg. Was Sun Tong just eating a chicken leg? No, it was clearly *her* flesh she was tearing into, and defiantly at that.
