Meng Yunhan hadn't even had lunch before she continued on to work.
When Zhao Fang woke up, Meng Yunhan was almost done with her shift, preparing some thin porridge for her.
"Meng Yunhan..."
Meng Yunhan looked at Zhao Fang, "He hit you, why don't you leave?" Ever since she could remember, she had never seen her dad hit her mom; at most, he would voice a few words. She still remembered her dad saying that the men of the Yun Family don't hit their wives.
Zhao Fang's voice was hoarse, "Mom wants to leave, but your sister is still young."
Meng Yunhan laughed, and tears came streaming down.
"I need to go back."
How could her mom not believe her? When she and her brother were young, why didn't she think more about them?
"Meng Yunhan..."
Meng Yunhan stopped in her tracks but didn't turn back to look at Zhao Fang, "From now on, just pretend you don't have this daughter!"
She wasn't a child anymore; there were some things that she could understand just by thinking about them.
