Thinking of this, Qin Yuan's respect for the woman increased.
The woman had been looking down the whole time, and her whole demeanor was extremely despondent.
The girl remained nestled in the woman's arms, silent.
Although the girl was already three years old.
She certainly knew whether the woman's words were true or false.
Her silence was a very clear choice.
It seemed true what they said about the type of children one could expect based on the parent.
And indeed, that statement felt very accurate.
If the mother was intelligent, her daughter wouldn't be far behind.
Qin Yuan silently admired this in his mind.
The woman turned her gaze back to the bald man and let out a deep sigh.
"I wanted to leave this place of sorrow with my daughter to avoid living under the stigma of being called an unlucky star."
"But you've been here insisting I follow you, I really can't keep doing these inhumane acts."
