There is still one bowl of rice left

After finishing the rice porridge, Wang Huifang had regained some strength and looked at Liu Wutong tentatively.

"Wutong, are you guys leaving again this time?" She really missed these two daughters of hers, and they were all she had left.

If her two daughters didn't need her, what would she do?

"It depends on the situation," Liu Wutong replied noncommittally.

"Wutong, about Sister Gu, she..." Wang Huifang wanted to explain. These days, she'd been fainting a lot, and aside from Sister Gu speaking up for her, no one cared about her.

She genuinely felt that Gu Honghua was a good person.

"Mom! I'm warning you, don't ever bring her up in front of me again. If you dare to mention her, we will sever ties," Liu Wutong was about to be driven mad by her mother's obstinate attitude.

Sister Gu, Sister Gu, who was actually her relative after all?

Day after day, all she knew was to side with outsiders.

If this weren't her mother, she would have slapped her already.