Chapter 176 So you just watched Wu Daya die, didn’t you?

  "According to my guess, you should have known that she died earlier, you have no guilt, no sadness, why don’t you ask Tang Yuyi where she is? Why don’t you go see her? Even if it is a tomb, Shouldn’t you have a look too?" Jiang Xiuting finally had red eyes.   He doesn’t necessarily have much affection for Wu Daya, but as long as he thinks that she has a blood connection with her, he feels angry.   Not to mention that he is the younger brother of Wu Daya’s blood, even an outsider would be angry at this extremely absurd thing.   "I was just discussing with your mother about finding Da Ya. I always felt that she should not die because she resented us too much, so she let her friends say that." Jiang Haihong sighed.   "Then let’s assume she’s not dead. After bringing her back, continue to let her be a nanny and wash dishes, clothes and rooms for you?" Jiang Xiuting sarcastically looked at his parents on the opposite side.   "We will make up for her, we will buy her whatever she likes, and we will never allow her to do the housework again..." Jiang Haihong said.   "Haha, I always thought that you guys favored Jiang Yanran to the point of morbidity. I felt that I had been neglected enough. Every time Jiang Yanran’s needs ranked ahead of me, but compared with Wu Daya, I I feel like I’m living in heaven, after all, you didn’t let me be a nanny." Jiang Xiuting’s face was full of sarcasm and sadness.   "Xiaoting, I know you have a grudge against us and your sister, but your sister has been weak since she was a child..." Qi Yao couldn’t help defending.   "Enough! Since you love your fake daughter so much, then continue to love it. I don’t want to stay in this family for a second! Your family makes me feel sick." The wind blew out.   "Xiaoting!" Jiang Haihong and Qi Yao exclaimed.   boom!   They were answered by a loud slam of the door.   Jiang Xiusi stood up, stopped his parents who were chasing him, and said, "I’ll go, I’ll talk to Xiaoting."   After that, Jiang Xiusi hurriedly chased him out.   Jiang Xiusi chased Jiang Xiuting outside the gate.   "Xiaoting, if you have something to say, go back and talk." Jiang Xiusi grabbed Jiang Xiuting’s arm.   "Just say it here, why, afraid of embarrassment?" Jiang Xiuting looked at Jiang Xiusi sarcastically.   "Brother, do you think you are a good person? Since you know the truth, why are you helping your parents to make fun of you? Why do you only take Jiang Yanran out to play, why don’t you take Da Ya? Why do you only bring gifts for Jiang Yanran when you come back from a business trip, but not for Da Ya? Wu Da Ya and Jiang Yanran have the same birthday, why do you only buy gifts for Jiang Yanran?" Jiang Xiuting asked sharply.   "I bought a present for Da Ya for her birthday, but Yan Ran asked for it on her own initiative. It was a dress exactly like hers, which Yan Ran gave to Da Ya herself." Jiang Xiusi said in a low voice.   "Haha, but that dress was bought according to Jiang Yanran’s preference, or Jiang Yanran’s request. Have you seriously asked Wu Daya what she likes or wants? Do you know her size?   You just bought it. Jiang Yanran just bought one for Wu Daya by the way, even at Jiang Yanran’s request. But, you know, Jiang Yanran’s friends privately talk about Wu Daya imitating Jiang Yanran, but Jiang Yanran never explained it? Jiang YanRan is a fake, what face is there to say that others imitate her?"   At the end, Jiang Xiuting’s voice couldn’t help raising his voice.   "Xiaoting, keep your voice down." Jiang Xiusi looked around anxiously, and then whispered.   "Afraid of shame, right? You also know it’s shameful to say these things? Why do you do it if you feel shame?" Jiang Xiuting roared hoarsely.   "If you don’t do that, are you watching Yanran die?" Jiang Xiusi was also angry.   "Oh, so you just watched Wu Daya die, right?" Jiang Xiuting sneered.   "..." Jiang Xiusi was silent. ... ......................... ...    When the author wrote this article, she said she cried many times. When I read it, I also cried. Did you cry?