Could It Be Qiao Nian?

It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't brought it up. Now that she did, Qiao Weimin hurled the item in his hand.

"You're still mentioning Cheng Feng Corporation!"

A flying glass shard happened to brush across Qiao Chen's arm, causing a small wound and blood to ooze from it.

She yelped in pain.

In the past, the whole family would be extremely concerned about her even when she merely complained about aches and pains.

But the atmosphere at home now was unusually gloomy and heavy.

No one actually bothered about her.

This was the first time Qiao Chen was being neglected like this. She held her elbow and couldn't help but think about Qiao Nian.

This was what it was like for Qiao Nian in the past. Whether she had been injured or had lost all appetite after a blood transfusion, nobody cared about her.

All of a sudden, Qiao Chen felt an acute sense of loneliness and insignificance.