690 It Won't End Well

Seeing her mother and father, Qiu Meihui immediately cried harder and hugged them, seeking protection. "Mom, dad... She... She..." she choked on her words and sobbed even harder.

Xiu snorted disdainfully at her, "Are you trying to show off that you have mom and dad to protect you? If you started this mess, be a man and continue. Stop acting out this pitiful victim show, it's making me feel sick inside."

"Xiu?" Zhao Wei looked at Xiu with a strange look while she stroked her daughter's head.

Qiu Meihui's face was red from the slaps and one could even see how it was slowly swelling up. 

Xiu didn't care about how anyone looked at her right now, she had completely lost her reason and rhyme. All she wanted to see right now was blood. Staying loyal to her one-track mind, she was solely focused on making Qiu Meihui pay for slapping and for saying those words to her.

"I'm sorry, Weiwei. But I feel really a pity for you that you have a daughter like her."