Splitting Up

"Are you worried about Sister Meizi?" Su Xiaoxiao asked the three little ones.

The three little ones nodded honestly.

The eight-year-old Big Meizi was like a sensible parent who would take care of the three little ones with Little Wu.

After all, this was the Liu family's matter. Unless Liu Ping's family became stubborn, Su Xiaoxiao could help them once or twice, but she could not help them forever.

"You are both useless! You can't earn much money, but you're still adding expenses to the family! I don't think you should cook dinner! Just eat all the wind!"

Every word of Big Wu pierced Little Wu's heart like a needle.

That's right. She couldn't give birth to a son, so she deserved to be unable to raise her head. She deserved to be someone's slave. She deserved to implicate her two daughters and be beaten and scolded!