After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

"Okay!" the children nodded in unison.

After saying goodbye to the principal and Teacher Hu, Yan Niannian led the children away.

Throughout the process, Yan Niannian didn't even glance at Zhuo Xuan.

They ignored him as if he didn't exist.

Zhuo Xuan's small figure froze on the spot, staring at Yan Niannian's receding figure. He mechanically raised his arm, his mind blank.

My fingertips twitched, and I instinctively grabbed a handful.

he thinks……

He grasps what he once possessed but disdained, but which is now out of reach for him.

But in the end, all he could grasp was the cold, indifferent air.

Zhuo Xuan's eyes were red and his breathing was labored. For the first time, I saw panic and fear in his eyes.

That's right!

It was panic and fear.

He had always believed that his mother could not possibly not love him.

She ignored him simply to force him to back down and make him lower himself to coax her instead.

He was angry, disliked Yan Niannian, and even hated her, but he never panicked or felt terrified.

But now...

My mother has other children, more than one.

It seems she really doesn't want him anymore...

……

Yan Niannian took the children back to the orphanage.

Zhang Xintong quickly came forward, her face beaming with joy, "Niannian, we have good news about helping the children find their families."

"Really?" Yan Niannian's eyes lit up.

“Yes!” Zhang Xintong nodded. “Through online DNA comparison, we found Xiaojun’s father.”

"That's great!" Yan Niannian said with a face full of relief. "Have you managed to contact them?"

Xiao Jun was abducted.

His father must be very worried.

“We got in touch, but…” Zhang Xintong’s smile faded as she mentioned it, “but Xiaojun’s father wasn’t very friendly and refused to come and take Xiaojun home.”

"How could this happen?" Yan Niannian frowned.

Then, through her inquiries, Yan Niannian learned the general situation.

Xiao Jun's father is named He Baoli.

Six months ago, Xiaojun's mother left.

Zhang Xintong did not investigate the specific reasons for the divorce.

Not long after, overwhelmed with grief, He Baoli lost Xiaojun without realizing it, leading to his abduction by human traffickers.

"Is it possible that He Baoli received too much false information during his search for his son, and became so disappointed that he thought we were also frauds?" Yan Niannian guessed after thinking for a moment.

"This..." Zhang Xintong wasn't quite sure either, "Maybe!"

"Give me He Baoli's phone number, I'll contact him."

"it is good!"

Zhang Xintong gave He Baoli's phone number to Yan Niannian.

The phone rang and rang.

Finally, the call was slowly connected.

"Who is it?" He Baoli's voice was a little sharp.

"Mr. He, hello, I am the director of the orphanage. Xiao Jun has been rescued and is now settled in the orphanage. He misses you very much. When would you like to come and pick him up and take him home?"

Yan Niannian spoke slowly.

But her words were completely drowned out by the chaotic noise from the other side.

"Hey! Old He, are you still playing or not?"

"Exactly, they start whining and complaining after losing a little money, like a woman. Once they've lost their edge, they tuck their tails between their legs and go home."

"Just playing around, I really enjoy this kind of thing, how could I not play?"

He Baoli gave two ingratiating chuckles.

When faced with the phone again, his attitude became even more aggressive.

"Who are you anyway? Hurry up and spit it out."

He didn't hear a single word Yan Niannian said.

Yan Niannian frowned.

With patience, Yan Niannian repeated what she had just said.

who knew...

On the other end of the phone, He Baoli spat on the ground, saying, "Whether that brat lives or dies is none of my business."

"Stop calling me."

"Did you understand what I was saying?"

With a "click," the phone was abruptly disconnected.

Now, Yan Niannian frowned even more deeply.

Something is wrong.

This doesn't seem like the behavior of a father desperately searching for his son, yet falling into despair and helplessness due to overwhelming disappointment.

"Sigh!" Thinking of Xiaojun's eyes, which were filled with endless longing for home, Yan Niannian sighed helplessly, feeling inexplicably heavy-hearted.

She looked at Zhang Xintong and said, "Let's investigate this He Baoli in detail."

"okay, I get it."

……

On the other side, the Tong family.

Even in broad daylight, all the curtains in the villa were drawn.

Airtight.

The lighting was extremely dim, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Tong Xueqing, wearing a large hoodie that covered her head, huddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging her legs, and remained motionless.

Dull eyes, pale face.

This made her look exactly like a ghost at that moment.

After the ice bed incident, she became completely "famous".

People in the industry jokingly call her the "ice bed dancer" and don't hold back in commenting on her figure.

Tong Xueqing's world collapsed.

She was like a rat that everyone wanted to kill, too afraid to even leave the house, and could only cower in the villa like a timid turtle.

At this moment, Madam Tong arrived.

Holding a bowl of calming ginseng soup, she stood behind the sofa, gazing at her beloved daughter's emaciated figure, now neither human nor ghost, and her heart was breaking.

Hearing footsteps, Tong Xueqing mechanically turned her head.

Eyes facing each other.

Madam Tong quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes and forced a smile. "Xueqing, the ginseng soup is ready. It's best to drink it while it's hot."

"Come on, let Mom feed you."

Mrs. Tong came to the sofa.

But who knows...

As soon as she sat down, Tong Xueqing suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist excitedly.

Her movements were so large that she almost knocked over the ginseng soup in Madam Tong's hand.

"Mom, how is it? Do you have a way to deal with Yan Niannian?" Tong Xueqing wrung her dry lips, her voice sharp and piercing. "I'm going to make her pay the price."

"I'll make her suffer a fate worse than mine; I'll make her wish she were dead!"

As the last note faded, Tong Xueqing's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His gaunt face was framed by wide, bloodshot eyes.

His breathing was rapid and his appearance was terrifying!

Madam Tong's heart clenched painfully.

My heart was filled with grief, and tears almost welled up in my eyes.

These days, my daughter is like a living dead person. She only shows emotional fluctuations when Yan Niannian is mentioned.

She truly hated her.

And isn't she the same as a mother?

If it weren't for that little bitch Yan Niannian interfering and using some despicable means to bewitch Fei Siyu, how could Xue Qing have fallen to this state?

Even death would be too good for her.

She should be in unbearable pain.

"Daughter, don't worry! I've had people keeping an eye on that bitch for a long time." Patting Tong Xueqing's head, Madam Tong hugged her tightly, "She actually helped those unwanted children find their families."

"Whimsical!"

"Ah!"

"Ho Po-lee..."

As if remembering something, Madam Tong narrowed her eyes coldly and sighed with ill intent, "This little bitch is going to suffer."