Looking at Su Zhiruan's boy and girl twins, and then at the dark-skinned Jiang junior, Mother Jiang furrowed her brows fiercely.
"Look at Su Zhiruan! Giving birth to a set of boy and girl twins in one go! A complete set of children! Not like certain people, ah! Can't even have a son!" Her words carried a mocking tone, as if she intended to confront Bai Yueyou directly. "What are you standing there dazed for? Go wash the clothes quickly, remember to wash by hand, and that dead girl's pee pad, if you don't wash it, are you expecting me to?!"
Bai Yueyou's resentment towards Mother Jiang grew stronger, and it also affected her feelings towards her own daughter.
She often thought that if she didn't have her daughter, perhaps life would be a bit better. Every time she thought this way, Bai Yueyou grew to despise Jiang junior even more.