The little grown-up He Xuerong just felt somewhat helpless.
The little girl even said, "With her being such an irresponsible mother, what kind of face does she have to call you, my little aunt, an irresponsible aunt?"
Qiao Qingyu took He Xuerong's hand and walked forward, speaking softly, "It's normal, she's your mother, and naturally, she can't bear to see you doing these things. In her first impression, you are suffering, wronged, abused, and of course, she feels terrible."
"If she still has such feelings, why was she so heartless to abandon me in the first place?" The little girl lifted her head, her face unexpectedly cold, "Little Aunt, actually, when it comes down to it, my mother and Xiao Xiao's mother are no different. They are both selfish villains, only thinking of themselves, never considering us children, treating us like objects, hugging us when they feel like it, and when they don't, discarding us like a broken bag…"
Qiao Qingyu, "…"