He had always believed that family members should help one another. Even when his family occasionally made mistakes, he tried his best to be accommodating.
As the eldest son and the first to become a full-fledged worker, he felt obligated to treat his elderly mother and younger brother well. Even if it meant suffering some losses, he believed his younger brother would repay him once he grew up. However, when he found himself struggling every step of the way, his family refused to stand firmly by his side. It was obvious that Deng Yuyuan had only left because she couldn't endure the grievances any longer, yet his family continued to treat her terribly, pushing her further and further away.
Zhang Jiahua gazed blankly at Deng Yuyuan.
Throughout this farce of slinging mud at her, she hadn't said a single word. Watching Zhang Jiahua clear her name didn't move her in the slightest. Her delicate features were hidden in the shadows of the eaves, revealing only her small, fair chin.
