She said softly, "Sister Xiaotong, there is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason" <

An Xiaotong choked up. <

"Your mother's love for An Xiaolan is understandable in terms of morality and etiquette." <

"I know that." An Xiaotong nodded. <

An adopted daughter is not the same as a biological daughter, and if she is adopted, she must indeed be treated the same as her biological daughter. <

It is said that it is the same, but there is still a difference. <

You can scold your own daughter, but it's not good to scold your adopted daughter. <

Otherwise, it will be morally condemned. <

In the past, An Xiaotong endured it again and again because of such concerns. <

"However, your mother is not behaving normally." Gu Qiaoqiao said firmly. <

"Well, I also found out that she is not acting for people to see, she really loves An Xiaolan." An Xiaotong's voice carried a hint of grievance. <

"I'm not provoking your relationship, according to your family's family conditions, your mother doesn't need to worry about life problems at all, so she just needs to be responsible for loving and taking care of you, but loving your adopted daughter and loving your own daughter are not in conflict, we also have two daughters at home, but my mother loves me and my sister the same" <

Gu Qiaoqiao said with a pause. <

The more I talk about it, the more abnormal it feels. <

An Xiaotong really pondered over there, and when she had something on her mind and hesitated, the pain in her heart was reduced a little. <

Gu Qiaoqiao continued, "I think you can entrust someone you trust to check the history of your mother's adoption of An Xiaolan, as well as An Xiaolan's life experience, maybe you will have unexpected gains." ”<

An Xiaotong was taken aback. <

She never thought of checking An Xiaolan's origin. <

She only knew that An Xiaolan came to her house when she was six years old, and she was four years old that year, and she didn't remember. <

I don't have much impression of the young An Xiaolan. <

It's that I know that I have a sister. <

Because her grandmother has always taken care of her. <

She and her grandmother are much closer than Han Zhuomei. <

After a while, An Xiaotong nodded solemnly, sniffed, and felt a lot more relaxed. <

With goals and doubts, I have a different view of my mother Han Zhuomei's partiality. <

She wasn't as sad as she had just been. <

After An Xiaotong said a few more words to Gu Qiaoqiao, she put down the phone. <

She rolled her cheeks with an egg, which Du Tian had brought just now. <

Han Zhuomei is really ruthless. <

The power to use is great, too. <

She thought that if Han Zhuomei was a man, her teeth might all be knocked out. <

Because now, even if the medicine is applied, even if the egg is rolled back and forth, it is still hot and painful. <

An Xiaotong's gaze gradually became cold. <

This slap wiped out the only bit of mother-daughter affection. <

She looked at Du Tian who walked in. <

Du Tian still looks like a jade tree facing the wind. <

He looks gentle as jade on the outside, but his mouth is vicious, they were neighbors when they were children, until the Du family moved away. <

This period lasted about fifteen years. <

She seems to have the shadow of Du Tian in her life. <

When he was a child, he always liked to bully her, pulling her freshly braided pigtails, and robbing her favorite White Rabbit toffee. <

I also like to suddenly appear in front of her and scare her into tears. <

Later, I went to school. <

He started taking her on his bike. <

And she was not happy at the time. <

Because she wanted her eldest brother to ride a bicycle with her, but on the back seat of her eldest brother's bicycle, An Xiaolan would always sit on it. <