Zhuo Qin seemed to be disappointed with her daughter for the first time. She stomped upstairs, took a box and came down, then threw a black and white photo on the coffee table in front of Su Xiaoyan:
"I know you think you're superior to others and even look down on me, your mother, because you're prettier than me, prettier than our Zhuo family.
Then take a look, who did you inherit your beauty from?! "
The photo was a photo of a young man and a woman. The girl was smiling brightly, and from her facial features, one could vaguely tell it was Zhuo Qin.
As for that photo, the biggest impression it gave people was that they were too mismatched!
It wasn't that in the eyes of outsiders, that poor boy wasn't worthy of the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family.
It was that Zhuo Qin, with her ordinary appearance and rustic temperament, simply wasn't worthy of the beautiful and artistic young man.
This man's facial features made Su Xiaoyan tremble all over.
There was no need to confirm or do a paternity test. Her facial features, especially the sexy lips she was so proud of, were almost exactly the same as this man's.
Su Xiaoyan softly fell on the sofa, her face was deathly pale, and she unconsciously said:
"No, this isn't true. I don't believe it, I'm not reconciled, I don't want such a father. How can you, how can you treat me like this?
It's fine if you degenerate yourself, but you also want to make me suffer with you. Wasn't he killed by my uncle? Why is he still alive?
Why did he come out alive to harm us? Why didn't he die? Does he think my reputation hasn't been ruined enough? Does he want me to never be able to turn over again?
It must be Lin Mumu, it must be Lin Mumu who came to avenge her mother.
It's all your fault, it's all your fault that you even harmed your own sister. Someone else's daughter came to take revenge, why didn't she look for you? Why did she harm me?
She robbed me of everything, robbed me of young master Yuan, and even arranged such a shameful father for me. "
Su Xiaoyan was completely defeated, and no longer cared about Zhuo Qin's feelings, she began to grumble indiscriminately.
Zhuo Qin looked at Su Xiaoyan in disappointment, didn't accept the photo, and went upstairs with a cold face.
When she went upstairs and returned to her bedroom, Zhuo Qin could no longer support herself and fell onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
She didn't know how long she cried before she managed to control her emotions. Through the translucent window, she looked out at the dense crowd surrounding that familiar yet strange man.
How did he become like this?
Zhuo Qin couldn't help but turn on the TV and listen to the news reporter's broadcast.
Fei Da's throat was already hoarse, and he couldn't speak at all. However, he was a literary person, and his writing skills were beautiful. He was using the brush to write about his experiences for the reporters.
The reporters reported the surrounding situation and introduced Zhuo Qin, Su Xiaoyan, and other celebrities. Every few minutes, they would come over and pick up a piece of paper that he had written and show it to the audience. They would also read it out.
At this moment, he was talking about a lover who wanted to elope, but in the end, his lover got married. At the most desperate moment of his life, he was greeted by his lover's murder.
