Sheng Youxia remained silent, Fu Shilv wouldn't let go on his own.
Did he endure that slap for nothing?
Guan Mingshu was in so much pain she squatted down; her older daughter was useless, she hated her to death. She glanced at her younger daughter.
"Minmin..."
"Minmin, hurry and make him let go, Mom's hand is about to break."
Gao Min was dizzy with a headache, when she turned around, her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
"Mom, why did you just arrive?"
Her own son, her most beloved son, Guan Mingshu didn't even see him one last time, how could she not resent and hate?
"Did Yuhao say anything before he left?"
Tears streamed down Gao Min's face again, "Brother said he eagerly awaited this day, for a long time. He asked me to buy him a wig, and when he left, he leaned by the window, saying he always dreams of himself playing basketball again..."
Sheng Youxia couldn't bear to hear such things, her nose tingled with the sourness, she never even spoke a word to that brother.