Zhuang Chujiao squatted on the ground, sobbing quietly, filled with intense hatred for Zhuang Shaoyang, and of course, even more hatred for Mu Yan.
She always felt it was because of her that Zhuang Shaoyang was so heartless toward her.
She couldn't believe that she wasn't Zhuang Shaoyang's daughter.
But thinking carefully, she seemed to find the reason why her parents didn't marry, because they weren't a couple in the first place.
But the Zhuang Family raised her for so many years, would they raise someone else's child?
No, she still couldn't believe it, nor could she afford to believe it.
She immediately dialed Liang Rong's number again.
"Mom."
"What's up?" Liang Rong's voice was a bit hoarse.
"Whose daughter am I really?" Zhuang Chujiao said choking back her tears.
"What's your fuss about again?" Liang Rong's tone clearly carried impatience.
