Chapter-35 A call from hell house!

Sitting in a park that was in the vicinity of her apartment, Qingxi swung herself on the swings mindlessly.

It was 6 am and the park was almost empty, with few stray dogs running around playing. 

It was more than 3 weeks already, but her father has yet to contact her. It was very unlikely, given that her father was the only person she thought loved her the most.

When Qingxi's mother and father had divorced, Qingxi's mother had fought hard for the custody of Xialing, and wouldn't she?

Wasn't Xialing the brightest and smartest child in her eyes?

It always irked Qingxi how she was treated by her mother. It was as if she was a result of an involuntarily pleasurable night between her mother and father.

Her mother had always ignored her existence. The divorce of her parents took place when she was five years old, and Xialing was four years old only.