Rongrong had completely lost her reason by now and had fallen into a frenzied state, capable of committing any atrocious act.
The little one was crying with heart-wrenching sobs, and after a few cries, he was in so much pain that he couldn't cry anymore, making anyone listening feel heartbroken.
"Why don't you just die, why don't you just die, why didn't I kill you when I gave birth to you, raising you is worse than raising a dog, at least a dog would wag its tail at me, and you're not even as good as a dog."
Rongrong continued to grasp his tiny shoulders, her eyes bloodshot and her expression hideously twisted, "I suffered so much carrying you, is this how you repay me? Don't you dare cry, you ugly monster, I said don't cry."
With a hoarse scream, Rongrong lifted her hand again, aiming to hit the child's face that was swollen red and bloodshot from the inability to cry out.
