"Ah, Jiaojiao, don't cry yet, there must be some misunderstanding. How could they beg Sang Qiao to forgive them and it not affect your position as the young lady of the Sang Family? Besides, Sang Qiao promised me before that she would definitely not return, she has always been a woman of her word."
Mrs. Sang's voice was gentle over the phone, patiently comforting her.
When Sang Jiao heard these words, she felt even more upset. Indeed, because she was not the biological daughter, even if Mrs. Sang liked her, she would never consider her wholeheartedly.
How could Mrs. Sang understand how difficult it was for her, a person with no real power in the Sang Family?
Everyone in the Sang Family held shares of Sang Family, except for her! That old man never accepted her!
Sang Jiao knew this was a time when she still needed to endure, and she hinted at her plight in a subdued manner.