She tugged at Xiaoxing's sleeve and called out softly, "Xiaoxing…"
Shen Tianxing could tell from the expression on Weng Lanlan's face what she was thinking.
She sighed softly, lowered her voice, and said to her, "You are my birth mother and you haven't harmed me. Because of the grace of giving me life, you are entitled to enjoy the honor of being my birth mother. With me here, no one will bully you, what do you have to be afraid of?"
Of course, this honor belonging to a mother was hers to give, and it was only because she was willing that Weng Lanlan could enjoy it.
As for her biological father, Ning Yu, even if he knelt down and begged her, Shen Tianxing would never soften her heart for a relative who wished her dead, let alone allow him to take advantage from her.
Weng Lanlan, feeling touched by Shen Tianxing's words, couldn't help but tear up, "Xiaoxing, I'm just afraid I'll drag you down, afraid that others will look down on you when they know you come from the Ning Family."