Han Ziqing's gaze grew increasingly icy. If it weren't for your mother, my childhood should have been happy and wonderful, with parents who doted on and loved me, and I would have been able to finish school smoothly without having to go to the factory early in the morning and work late into the night since I was in my teens.
As soon as these words came out, those relatives stepped forward with the attitude of elders.
They began to point fingers at Han Ziqing.
"You can't say it like that either. The grace of raising is greater than the grace of giving birth. Your mother raised you up to this size after all, so she has grace toward you!"
"That's right, when you first came here as a kid, how good your mother was to you! Back then when you had a fever, she carried you on her back for over an hour to the hospital."
"That's right, that's right..."
The sound of chattering in his ears rang out, all picking up those stale and rotten matters of the past to talk about.
Han Ziqing looked at the few of them, knowing clearly in his heart.
The reason why they were willing to help Lin Guilan and come over as lobbyists was definitely because Lin Guilan had promised them benefits.
"If you don't want to be sent back in by me, don't come over to my side to build presence, otherwise I'll only remember that you trafficked me and killed my parents," Han Ziqing warned coldly.
After finishing, he got straight into the car and pressed down hard on the gas pedal.
By this time the reporters had already left, and the security guards looked at the people gathered at the entrance, immediately starting to clear them out and