"Family?"
Song Qingya let out a cold laugh.
"But we're not family anymore, Aunt Yang."
She said it calmly.
At that, Yang Yunhua seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed to the ground.
As time passed, the crowd dispersed.
The officers finished their work and left. The nosy neighbors all went back to their own homes, leaving her all alone.
The house was a mess, and there was no one to clean it up.
"Fine, so this is how you all treat me..."
Yang Yunhua was crying, but then she suddenly burst out laughing. "So you don't care about the bond between a mother and daughter, is that it? Since you want to cut ties, I won't let you live a peaceful life either!"
She pulled everything out of the cabinet, throwing it all onto the floor piece by piece.
Finally, in an iron box at the very bottom, she saw an old letter.
The letter had been sent a few months ago.
The signature on the letter was just a single word.
"Yao"
Yang Yunhua stared at the name for a long time.
