"Father!" Wen Xinya cried while holding back her tears. She had already experienced in her previous life the heartless treatment from the Wen Family. She thought she wouldn't mind this time, yet she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of humiliation, anger, and resentment.
What wrong have I done? I was not given any opportunity to prove myself before I was condemned.
Wen Haowen saw how plain and simple Wen Xinya dressed, and the charm and poise she possessed. The tears welling up in her eyes was as clear as the morning dew. The movement of her quivering eyelashes was like petals of a flower exposed in the cold wind of winter. She looked helpless and pitiful. He was reminded of his late wife, as if she was there standing outside the study room hearing every word he said. He instantly felt at a loss.
However, that feeling of loss was quickly replaced by anger. "The adults are talking, why are you eavesdropping at the door? You have no manners," he reprimanded.
