Fan Qiyun felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her entire body rigid and stiff.
Her bloodshot eyes widened with an emotion of sheer disbelief.
All along, Fan Qiyun thought her parents were just relentlessly squeezing her dry, leeching off her because the family used to be poor and they wanted some security and assurance in their old age.
So whenever her mom asked for money, under various pretenses, if she had any on hand, she almost never hesitated to give; she would give everything she could, even if it meant leaving herself barely enough to get by, she never uttered a word of complaint.
But she never imagined her parents could be so biased to this extent.
Even speaking such words for the so-called useless brother of hers.
Fan Qiyun felt as if her chest had been pummeled by a heavy hammer, her heart gripped tightly by filthy hands, as if the air around had been sucked out completely, leaving her breathless and a wave of despair quickly spreading through her.
