Jena listened carefully.

Listening to Rita getting along with the parents of the Esther family, a trace of bitterness flashed across his eyes. "I don't even remember what father looks like!"

Speaking of which, it was really ridiculous.

They lived under the same roof, right?

However...!

A bowl of porridge was almost empty. "Do you still want more?"

"No need."

Jena shook her head. She didn't eat much, and now she was injured, so she didn't have much appetite!

Rita packed up her things.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Jena stopped her. "Do you know who hurt me?"

Rita: "..."

Upon hearing this, her back...