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"Eat what? You're a curse, something that should have been strangled at birth, and now you still have the face to sit here eating and eating and eating!"
Before he fully emerged from the fog, Jiang Feng heard a shrill and somewhat hoarse female voice spouting the kind of harsh and venomous words that seemed only to exist in soap operas, while the faint crying of a child could still be heard beneath the woman's berating.
Who's cursing a child? And doing so like it's not even their own kid.
Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that when Sir used to scold them, it was at most for being piglets that knew nothing but eating, worse than piglets, telling them it would be better to feed the pigs instead.
Worse than pigs.
In other places, this might be an insult, but in the Jiang family, it was an undeniable truth.
The fog cleared.
