Han Yichen had listened enough. He knew that these people were all waiting to gnaw on the bones of his daughter. Just looking at the condition of his daughter, he knew that Han Xuehan had not been living well. Look at how thin she was, and not a single piece of her clothing looked new. It was as if it had been washed again and again until the colour of the clothes started to fade.
Her shoes were torn, and there were several patches on her clothes.
When Han Yichen thought about how he had given the best to his daughters, only for his eldest daughter to suffer in such a manner, he was filled with a kind of rage that he could not explain. In the past, Meng Yunhan comforted him by telling him all sorts of lies. She told him that even if his daughter was married off somewhere far away, she was living the best of her life with all the comforts a woman could have. Was she talking about these comforts?
