Song Tianxin's gaze was like a blade that plunged into the deepest part of Song Yuanyao's heart in an instant. "Sister-in-law, how could you hit Niuniu?" Song Yuanyao sadly embraced Song Tianxin's small body and turned her head to glower at Wang Qinghua, "Niuniu is your own daughter, how could you bring yourself to hit her?" Thinking of the bruises on Niuniu's arms, Song Yuanyao's voice couldn't help but carry an accusatory tone.
She had promised Xiao Ya that she would protect her, but she had failed to do so just now.
"What's wrong with me hitting her? She's my daughter. If she doesn't know any better, can't I discipline her?" Wang Qinghua screamed at Song Yuanyao, not feeling there was anything wrong with hitting her own daughter. "You wretched girl, don't you dare spout nonsense, do you hear me?"
"I hear you." Song Tianxin huddled her body and then whimpered.
