Zhong Manhua's heart was in turmoil, filled mostly with fear.
How did her daughter suddenly become someone she could only look up to?
"I don't care if you took my daughter," Su Wen's gaze fell on Zhong Manhua, closing her eyes briefly, her voice rising, "but you took her and recognized her as your own daughter, why did you treat her that way?"
She finally couldn't hold back and slapped Zhong Manhua directly.
Zhong Manhua's face turned pale bit by bit: "I, I..."
She could still use postpartum depression and hysteria as an excuse for what happened twenty years ago.
But for drawing blood, she had no excuse at all.
On one hand, she was trying to please Ying Luwei and Old Madam Ying.
On the other hand, she really disliked Ying Zijin who came back from the countryside, knowing nothing and only embarrassing her.
It was just drawing blood, not taking a life.
