"Rest assured, I have no interest in the Sang Family whatsoever, but I don't like being manipulated. While I still remember that you at least gave birth to me and raised me, you'd better come clean and confess."
Sang Qiao lifted her eyelids, realizing that it was the first time Mrs. Sang invoked the grace of upbringing out of fear of her returning to this home.
There wasn't the slightest bit of discomfort in her heart. It seemed she was just a cold-hearted person who could let go without hesitation.
"I changed your contact information because I didn't want you to contact them. You were born a jinx, causing them to get hurt, fall ill, and abandon their responsibilities. Don't you feel any remorse?"
Mrs. Sang grew more and more excited as she spoke, as if her whole body was exerting effort.
Sang Qiao's fingertips twitched. She had heard similar words countless times since she was a child.