Zhao Jiaqing didn't see it coming and was struck squarely by Yan Anbang. Her head jerked to one side. She touched her face as if she couldn't feel the pain there, her gaze cold as she stared at Yan Anbang, "You only care about your little mistress. Have you forgotten that Ya Xi is your daughter?"
Yan Anbang's expression shifted slightly, "What's wrong with Ya Xi?"
"Ha ha, what's wrong with Ya Xi? Yan Anbang, I'm asking you, did you tell this woman about Ya Xi? You know Ya Xi can't handle any stress right now, yet you let her go to Xueli City. What are you trying to do?"
"No, you've never regarded Ya Xi as your own daughter." Remembering something, Zhao Jiaqing's eyes became so fierce as if she could eat him alive, "Yan Anbang, there's a saying that even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs, but you are worse than an animal. Even if you hate me, Ya Xi is innocent. Why do you do this to her?"
