Wen Ran couldn't understand at all what Fu Chenlie meant.
She only felt that the force on her chin was way too strong, making her chin hurt as if it were about to dislocate, her red lips emitting a distress signal, "Boss, it hurts..."
He looked at her furrowed little face, his dark eyes slightly moved, and his hand relaxed a bit, but he didn't let go completely.
The pain eased, but Wen Ran's eyes reddened.
She accused the man, "Grandma was thinking of creating a good rest environment for me because she likes me. You don't want to listen to Grandma because you hate me. Neither of you is wrong, but does that mean I am? Many things I've also accepted passively. Why must you always vent your anger on me?"
Fu Chenlie looked at her reddened eyes, feeling an inexplicable tightness in his chest.
However, the litany of complaints in the girl's words sounded to him like the height of irony.