Zhao Xiaogui was so angry that he no longer looked kindly upon Xia Chengzong.
"Look, these are your dear grandparents and parents, always trying to drive my sister to her death, is that what makes you happy?" Zhao Xiaogui, a young teenager, his eyes blood-red with rage, gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to my dad and go back quickly to stop my aunt!"
"Absolutely cannot agree to the adoption!"
Xia Chuyi pursed her lips, took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and said, "I'll go back."
My cousin is right, this person must definitely not be adopted.
Given Mother Xia's nature, if she didn't have a "son," Xia Chuyi could still handle her to some degree, but if she really had a "son," who knows how crazy she could become.
"I'll go back with you," Xia Chengzong suddenly said with a stern face.
She glanced at him.
"I'll go to help you," Xia Chengzong said.
