With Cheng Su's harsh rebuke, Hualing stopped her actions, her lips tightly pressed together as she glared fiercely at Liu Li.
Liu Li got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then pulled her daughter over to comfort her. The little girl was obviously terrified, burying herself tightly in her mother's embrace, her small hands clutching her clothes tightly.
"What's so good about you? What's so good about you? He could have plenty of young girls. What is so good about a woman like you?" Hualing asked coldly.
But as Cheng Su listened, she seemed to be asking that woman, rather than herself, seeking an answer.
Having soothed her daughter, Liu Li looked up and sneered, "What's so good about me? I can't compare to you in any way, except I'm not like you, always demanding this and that from him, always comparing."
Hualing's expression changed slightly.
