Chuxia glanced back at Zhao Yulan, her face flashing a hint of reluctance, "Mom, do you think I'm being too harsh?"
"Not at all, a woman like that needs to learn her lesson!" Lin Baohe huffed, casting a dissatisfied glance at his wife, "Yulan, think about what she planned to do to our daughter. If you still feel sorry for her, then you're not really our daughter's mother!"
"How could you not know whether I'm her real mother?" Zhao Yulan retorted, glaring at her husband, "It's not that I pity her. I'm just reminded of my poor brother. Ah, at this age, he's lost his wife and children. You, it's not your brother, so you probably don't feel the same."
"Heh..." Lin Baohe became embarrassed and chuckled, "I'm just worried about our daughter..." He then looked at Jing Zhe with emotion, "Xiao Zhe, you are our family's savior. Chuxia is the life of Yulan and me. If anything happened to her, we wouldn't have a life anymore. What you've done has literally saved our whole family of three!"
