Hearing everyone's comments, Shen Mianmian frowned and said, "She's not my mother, our relationship was severed long ago, and her hukou was transferred away."
Hearing her say this, an older elder immediately responded, "Young lady, you shouldn't speak like that. No matter how they treated you back then, the fact that they raised you is true. Without them, where would you be today? You can't just forget about them once you're doing well."
"Exactly, Mianmian, now that you're doing well, you can't forget your roots! Your father is sick now and needs care, being born doesn't weigh as much as being raised, you must acknowledge this grace."
"All that happened years ago, why are you still holding a grudge?"
"If you don't care for him, all the years of your education would have been in vain."
Listening to these words, He Nan furrowed his brow, and Xiaocui was also finding it hard to listen.
Had they all forgotten the suffering Mianmian endured back then?