Su Qiao had already made up her mind to take advantage of this opportunity to leave the Su family today.
If she didn't leave, she would definitely be subjected to another round of scolding and beating when she went back today.
Given her temperament now, she feared things would only become even more chaotic by then.
She looked coldly at these parents, who still showed not the slightest trace of remorse:
"Dad, Mom, you may not be dead, but all these years, how was I any different from an orphan without parents or relatives?"
"Starting at the age of five, when I wasn't even as tall as the stove, I washed clothes, cooked, cut grass to feed the pigs, gathered firewood, and chopped it. When I got a little older, I practically took care of all the work in the entire family."
"Not only that, I also had to go into the fields and transplant rice seedlings, turn the soil, plow the land, and carry water and manure like an adult.
After I got home, many times I didn't even have a bite to eat. Usually, all I got was a coarse-grain cake made with throat-scraping wild greens, or a cold, hard cornmeal bun."
"I did the most work, ate the worst food, lived in the woodshed in the back courtyard, and wore the old clothes Su Baozhu no longer wanted.
When I was cold, no one cared. When I was hungry, no one felt sorry for me. When I was sick, no one was willing to buy me medicine or take me to a doctor. I just endured it all on my own."
"Even so, you were still dissatisfied with me. Grandma spent all day either scolding me or beating me.
Honestly, I'm amazed I've survived until now. Even