"Nan Zhiqiu? You cheap girl, where have you been these last two years? Not contacting the family and not sending any living expenses back, we raised you for nothing."
Hearing this familiar voice, Nan Zhifeng's brow furrowed, and before she could speak, a woman delivered a harsh slap to the back of her head.
Nan Zhifeng felt a buzzing in her ears as she raised her head to look at the fierce and ferocious face before her.
Memories of childhood abuse and beatings immediately surfaced in her mind, along with those endless insults—
"Two burdens, why didn't you die with your deadbeat mother!"
"You little slut, you give me a headache. Get out right now, and sleep in the doghouse tonight. If you dare to come inside, I'll beat you to death."
"Hungry? You're hungry after eating yesterday? You don't work and only think about eating, you're just a piece of garbage that creates trash!"