Wang Quanxia saw Aunt Chen's reaction, laughed, and said, "You're really strange. She's not your daughter. My daughter, I can do as I please with her. Back then I took her in and raised her, and when she was hit by a car later on, I couldn't afford all the medical expenses. It was only right that I removed her oxygen mask. I haven't even cried, so why are you crying over here?"
Aunt Chen was already furious, and hearing this, she felt like her lungs were about to explode.
Standing up, Aunt Chen herself didn't expect that she could be so fierce. She said, "Your family's business may not be big, but how much could it cost to treat a child? If I had such a good child, I'd sell pots and pans if I had to, just to cure her!"
