Returning the Stolen Goods Doesn’t Absolve the Crime

At present, Zhang Mei had already lowered her stance, pleading with her. If Gu Zi continued to adopt a hardline attitude, it would make her seem too unfeeling. After all, the people before her were her foster parents.

Gu Zi's eyelashes fluttered, a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, her gaze filled with sorrow as she looked at Zhang Mei.

"Auntie," she began, her voice trembling, "Sometimes I really wonder, have you truly treated me as your daughter these past eighteen years? If so, why could you so easily sever your affection for me?

"From the moment you had me marry in Lin Miao's stead, to when you wanted me to give up my job at the radio station for her, you've only ever seen Lin Miao. You've never truly seen me..."

As Gu Zi wept, Zhang Mei's own tears seemed to falter, her eyes filled with confusion. Why was Gu Zi crying? Had they really treated her so unfairly?