On a sunny afternoon, Lin Xiuying, Haicheng's top female entrepreneur, was sitting in her spacious office, holding a yellowed photo tightly in her hand. In the photo, the two young children were smiling brightly, which was the eternal pain in her previous life. The boy's name is Huo Zehao, and he is her son who was killed by her mother-in-law and brother-in-law; the girl's name is Huo Qingya, and she is her daughter who was sold to human traffickers by her mother-in-law and took sixteen years of hardship to find. Lin Xiuying's eyes were full of endless regret and unwillingness. She clearly remembered that day at the door of Huo's house, her mother-in-law Li Fenlan's stick fell on her mercilessly. She helplessly reached out and called her daughter's name.
