"Tinggu, I'm sorry! It's my fault for not raising Luoluo well, I'm sorry!" Mother Zhuo's face was full of guilt and self-reproach. On learning that Xuxu's nose would be very difficult to recover, she knew she would no longer have the face to meet this younger brother of hers. She really had not expected her own daughter to be so extreme. But no matter what, she was still her daughter. Others might not care about her, might sever ties with her, but she could not. The other person was her daughter, the one she had raised with her own hands.
Bai Tinggu sighed deeply and shook his head, "Don't say anything else, I have arranged for Luoluo to be transferred to another hospital, and from now on, I shall no longer acknowledge her as my niece." He could never forgive someone who had hurt his daughter like that, he wasn't that magnanimous.
"Tinggu!" Mother Zhuo gazed at Bai Tinggu with sorrow. Although she had anticipated this outcome, facing it was still unbearable for her.