And yet his own daughter couldn't even finish her basic education.
Cao Daqiang's temper flared, and he raised his hand to discipline her.
Liu Yingzi scrambled to get between them.
She practically ran, stumbling as she went.
She spread her arms to shield the child behind her, her back ramrod straight.
She was angry too, but she couldn't bear to see her child get hit.
Even knowing her daughter was in the wrong, she wouldn't let him be the one to raise a hand to her.
Facing her father's torrent of abuse, Cao Jiajia was overwhelmed with a sense of grievance.
She stood behind her mother, clutching the hem of her own clothes, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Tears streamed down her face, one after another, and she pressed her lips together so tightly they turned white.
Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, she lifted her head and choked out the words she had been suppressing for so long.
