"What's so hurtful about it? You're just someone I picked up by the roadside. That's the reality," said Nangong Shulan, giving Qin Jiale a stern look. It would be good if she was a little upset, then she wouldn't talk so much nonsense all the time.
Qin Jiale looked at her mother, not wanting to say anything. She leaned her head on her brother's shoulder, feeling like crying but not being able to.
Qin Yu chuckled at his sister's reaction. This serves her right for being so disrespectful toward mom, she thought, now she knows her power.
Meanwhile, Yu Ze reached out to pat Qin Jiale's head. Poor little aunt, she has been disliked by her grandmother.
"My precious one, do you think your grandma is being unfair? How could she speak like that about me, such an adorable beauty, am I right?" When Qin Jiale felt the touch on her head, she turned to look and met Yu Ze's big eyes that resembled black grapes, which were twinkling with laughter.