Chen Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then she knocked her head hard.

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

If it weren't for the vivid memories of the tragic events from my past life, I might have softened my heart again.

We're all mothers, we can't bear to see such things.

Now, I sit expressionless on the sofa, without calling a halt.

Qin Mufeng grabbed Chen Weiwei, who was knocking her head.

His face was full of disbelief. "Shiqi, how could you be so ruthless? She's just an eight-year-old girl with no parents. Can't you be more generous?"

Generous?

It was being too generous in my past life that led to my own demise.

I looked at Qin Mufeng and said calmly, "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 away her tears and pitifully said, "Uncle Qin, I don't want to be a bad girl. I don't want to be the reason for your divorce."

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

When an eight-year-old girl says such words, most people would definitely soften their hearts.

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.