"Where are you going, you bitch."

Qiao's mother immediately screamed and rushed in, and Qiao An'an quickly raised her mobile phone and ran in.

"Ah, old Joe, help, your tigress is pulling my hair."

A woman screamed from inside.

Qiao Anan raised her hands and took a picture of the woman. Suddenly seeing that her mother seemed to be at a disadvantage, she quickly put her phone in her bag and joined the battle group.

"Let go of my mom, you bitch.

"Don't let it go, oops, my hair..." The three women in the room tore into a ball, and Qiao's father next to him watched coldly, and finally, he roared angrily: "Zhang Xiuzhu, Qiao Anan, get out of here quickly. "

Qiao's father's voice stopped the three beating people, Qiao Anan's face was torn several times, and both mother and daughter were in a panic.

"Qiao Dawei, I want to divorce you."

Zhang Xiuzhu screamed angrily.

"Okay, leave at dawn, get out of here quickly."

Father Qiao came over directly and dragged the mother and daughter out of the room: "Zhang Xiuzhu, I've had enough of you, get out."

Qiao Anan stood beside her with a pale face, watching the tears in her mother's eyes pouring down, she gritted her teeth secretly, and took her mother's hand: "Let's go back, don't make trouble with him in the future, people like him will not change."

When passing by the door next to her, Joan Ann heard a heavy closing sound, her heart trembled, and she looked towards the door, thinking of the gloomy eyes of the man she broke into just now, she was secretly annoyed.

In the elevator, Zhang Xiuzhu leaned against the elevator wall with a dead face, her eyes were dull: "An'an, why aren't you a son?"

Qiao Anan's expression froze, and here she comes again, does mother want to read for the rest of her life?

"If only you were a son, your father wouldn't ignore you so much, and he wouldn't dare to divorce me."

Zhang Xiuzhu covered her face and wept bitterly, crying out endless grief.

Qiao Anan looked up at the sky, her eyes couldn't hide her sense of inferiority, yes, why isn't she a son?

Is mother's marriage unhappy because she is not a son?

Dad goes out every day to find a woman outside to relieve his anger, isn't it because she is not a son?

But who has the ability to choose their own birth?

She also wants to be a son, she also wants to be valued by others, and she wants to be born in a happy and happy family, instead of looking glamorous on the outside, but in fact, the inside is already rotten, and people outside still call her Miss Qiao's family.

"Mom, you should get a divorce. I'll rent a house outside to support you. I won't study anymore. I'll go to work. It's better than staying at Qiao's house. It's better to live by people's faces."

Qiao Anan finally made a decision, she wanted to take her mother away, and leave this disappointing Qiao's house.

"divorce?"

Zhang Xiuzhu raised her face with a dazed expression. She had never thought about divorce. After she divorced, she would be nothing. Now outsiders respect her as Mrs. Qiao. Her daughter is the eldest lady of the Qiao family. If she divorced, she would be nothing.

"Yes, divorce must be divorced, otherwise, we will die at Qiao's house sooner or later."

Joan Ann's eyes were firm, and her voice was firm.

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