But Nanxiang Is a Dream

"Where have you been all these years? My dear little stepmother?" These words of reluctance and sarcasm were squeezed out from Xiao Han's teeth, holding Nan Xiangzi's thin wrist tightly with one hand. "These years? It has nothing to do with you!" How could Nan Xiangzi tell him that it was all his father's good deeds? She finally stayed with Father Xiao, and she wanted revenge...