Thinking of these things, waves of hatred surged ceaselessly at the bottom of Zhuanzhuan's heart, her eyes a deep red. She had deliberately tried to forget, not to think about the torment and humiliation of her childhood. Yet those nightmare-like scenes still constantly tormented her.
Her parents had subjected her, their own flesh and blood, to such torment, all for the sake of Jiang Yang, that bastard child.
How could she not hate them?
"Your brother is actually not related by blood?" Leng Tianqi was astonished, "Does your sister know?"
"Of course she doesn't know. She's too stupid to be in the know about anything!" Zhuanzhuan said sarcastically.
Leng Tianqi dismissively curled her lip, "What do we do now? You know I'm seriously oppressed by Leng Ran. If we don't take action soon, I'll have no standing in the Leng Family." The implication was, if she had no standing, their cooperation would have to end.