When my son was sixteen years old, he unexpectedly suffered liver failure. I was not a match for him, so I went to find Zhao Cheng, who had never fulfilled his obligation to support him. Zhao Cheng held his son and angrily asked me how I took care of him. The son complained loudly and shared the same hatred with Zhao Cheng, as if I was not her mother but an enemy. I have only done one thing in these sixteen years, which is to raise my son. Now, I decided to give up.
