Chen Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then she bowed her head forcefully.

After a couple of knocks, blood started to flow down her forehead.

If it weren't for the tragic events of the past life still vivid in my mind, maybe I would have softened again.

As a mother, I can't bear to see such things.

Now, I sit expressionless on the sofa, not calling a halt.

Qin Mufeng grabbed Chen Weiwei who was bowing.

His face was full of disbelief: "Shiqi, how can your heart be so cruel? She's just an eight-year-old girl without parents. Can't you be more generous?"

Generous?

In the past life, I was too generous, which led to my own demise.

I looked at Qin Mufeng and said lightly, "She's not my daughter, why should I be generous? If you want to raise her, go ahead, it's none of my business."

Chen Weiwei wiped her tears and pitifully said, "Uncle Qin, I don't want to be a bad girl, I don't want to cause your divorce."

"Take me to the orphanage! As long as you two are fine, I can be anywhere."

For an eight-year-old girl to say such things, most people would surely soften.

But my heart was filled with anger, I clenched my thigh tightly with my hand, afraid that I couldn't resist slapping them to death.