When Yang Susu thought of Xia Zhenghong, another trace of misery crossed her face. She looked at Xia Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, I'm sorry. I've been struggling with whether to tell you about this ever since Xia Zhenghong was imprisoned. But I don't know who the man was back then, and so many years have passed that I didn't want to bring it up again, after all..."
Yang Susu paused, her eyes drifting towards Shangguan Junyuan, seemingly with some hesitation, but she continued to speak her mind.
"After all, to me, he was just a man who took advantage of my vulnerability, no different from Xia Zhenghong in my eyes."
Yang Susu was actually thinking something even more severe. She thought that whether the father was a murderer or a rapist made no difference. Why should she let Xia Wanwan experience the pain of knowing her father was scum again?
Even though Yang Susu had been drugged that night, she still remembered her attempts to resist and how violently that man had demanded her.
