Mu Chan entered the city with a pack of pickles pickled by grandma on her back and a new skirt given by her neighbor's sister. With the help of the enthusiastic police, she came to the big house in front of her in a prosperous area.

　　The house was very large, just like the rich people on TV, which were often seen on TV. It was even bigger and more luxurious.

　　In short, this was the first time that Mu Chan had seen this mansion since she was 18 years old.

　　The owner of this mansion was her father.

　　Standing under the hot sun for a long time, she went to the door and found the place where the doorbell was pressed. She rubbed her hands and pressed the button.

　　Soon, an aunt in a white shirt took her in.

　　As soon as she entered the room, it was as if she had entered a cool autumn. Mu Chan's cheeks, which were flushed by the sun, became much cooler.

　　Before she looked around, a middle-aged woman in a green cheongsam came to her gracefully.

　　The middle-aged woman sat on the sofa in front of her, with a cold smile in the corner of her eyes and glanced at her.

　　"Are you Mu Chan?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Do you know who I am?"

　　Just as Mu Chan was about to shake her head, her eyes lit up. She opened her mouth and said hoarsely, "You are my mother."

　　Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

　　As her voice fell, the maid next to her who was wearing a white shirt slapped her in the face.

　　It was clear and loud.

　　Mu Chan's head was moving sideways. Her feet were unstable and she almost fell to one side.

　　In the magnificent living room, there was also the echo of the slap.

　　After a long time, a disdainful snort came to Mu Chan's ears.

　　The woman on the sofa was the hostess of the house. She was Chang Li, the wife of Mu Chan's father. She was still sitting dignified. Even if she was cursing, there was an elegant and noble smile on her face. "Your mother is a bitch. Are you scolding me for being bitchy?"

　　Mu Chan lowered her head, and her hands hidden in her sleeves could not help but clenched into fists.

　　After a while, she replied in a low voice, "You misunderstood me. I didn't mean that."

　　"Humph, what do you mean? Are you trying to please me?"

　　Mu Chan pursed her lips, thinking back to her grandmother who had talked to her in the hospital bed before.

　　She told her to behave obediently and learn to endure.

　　Her throat felt sore, and she raised her face. "You're an elder—"

　　Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

　　Before she could finish her words, the maid standing beside her slapped her right face again.

　　What kind of time had it been? His face had lost consciousness.

　　After blinking his eyes, he felt a swelling sensation on his face.

　　Mu Chan didn't dare to say anything and kept her mouth shut tightly.

　　"Why didn't you answer me for such a long time? You don't take me seriously, do you?"

　　Mu Chan gritted her teeth and shook her head. "I dare not."

　　Hearing this, Chang Li was stunned at first and then laughed out loud. "Hmph, raise your head—"

　　"Mom, who is this? What are you doing? I'm sleeping. It's so noisy!"

　　Before Chang Li finished her words, before Mu Chan could raise her head, a beautiful figure walked out of the stairs from the second floor to the other side.

　　The woman had curly hair and wore a white chiffon dress. She stepped on the carpet with her tender white feet and came over with an irritated look.

　　Chang Li's face was filled with love when she saw it was her. She stood up and said to Mu Yu reservedly, "You're so reserved. Mom didn't disturb you on purpose. You can go to sleep if you're tired."

　　"I'm awake, how can I sleep!" Mu Yu complained, and then looked at Mu Chan, "Mom, who is this bumpkin?"

　　Hearing the way she addressed her, Mu Chan felt her back stiff and lowered her head even deeper.

　　Then Chang Li's voice turned cold, and she reluctantly introduced to Mu Chan, "She, your little sister who has been living in the countryside all the time."