The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

"Mingzhu, I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Stop being angry with me, okay?"

"Just tell me, what must I do for you to calm down? Or you can scold me if you want."

The soft-spoken and clingy Zhong Qing in front of her contrasted starkly with her distant and indifferent tone on the phone, as if they were two separate people.

Shen Mingzhu couldn’t take it anymore, "Otherwise, if you’re sick, go get treated, I’ll pay for it."

You really seem like someone with schizophrenia.

Zhong Qing’s light-tea colored pupils looked at her tenderly, "Mingzhu, you spoil me so much."

"..."

Shen Mingzhu emotionlessly brushed off Zhong Qing’s attempting to entangle her hand, "Speak properly, don’t use your hands and feet."

"Oh."