"Don't use playing dumb to escape, your misfortunes clearly have nothing to do with us, yet you always take it out on your own children. You're truly disgusting."
Sang Qingran couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. They were all the same, suffering themselves, they wouldn't let off the one responsible for it all.
Everyone deserved to suffer together, to repent together.
Sang Nanfeng watched as his two younger brothers accused their mother, unable to utter a word. He too had gone too far. As the eldest brother, it was he who had led the ostracization of Qiaoqiao.
Why did he always have to be so arrogantly complacent? What use was his pride, would he die if he lowered his head?
Unfortunately, he came to understand all this too late, and it was all too late to change anything.
Just when the atmosphere in the room became suffocating, Sang Zheng's figure appeared at the door, "You're saying Sang Qiao is dying? Then is her company going to be left to us to inherit?"
