"Enough, shut up!" The one who spoke was Xu Mao. The things Ziqing had done had already made him feel utterly humiliated, and with Zhou Ting pointing out what should not be mentioned, his anger grew increasingly intense.
Zhou Ting glanced at Ziqing but didn't dare to retort against Xu Mao's words. She huffed and, holding onto Xu Mao's arm, turned and left.
Ziqing was still crying, but she looked somewhat dully at Zhou Ting's receding figure. She couldn't quite believe that at this moment, not only did Zhou Ting refuse to help her, but she also rattled off a scolding, adding insult to injury. Ziqing felt a sudden chill in her heart.
She took a few steps in her high heels and caught up, grabbing Zhou Ting's hand, and asked again with lingering hope, "Dad, mom, are you really not going to help me?"
"Enough, enough, so annoying." Zhou Ting's tone was full of impatience. She turned her head and scolded Ziqing, then walked away without looking back.
