The word "moderation" wasn't a compliment in her context.
The more she spoke, the less satisfied she became, and the more she despised her family background.
Weng Xia consoled her, "All right, my precious daughter, don't worry. I'll talk more with your dad about it."
She didn't want to miss out on clinging to Han Jin's coattails either.
Only then did Fu Shuangshuang nod, "Mom, that's going to be tough on you, but you can't be like my dad. Since the fortune teller said so, it must be true. The opportunity is right in front of us! Look at Yunxuan, she seized it and her life took off. If we don't seize it, our family will stay the same as always. My brother and I can't live like this forever."
Weng Xia nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I definitely won't let you always live like this, don't worry. We'll invite Mr. Han over for dinner right away!"
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Shao Yunxuan returned to Chu Kong's side with heavy steps. Mr. Chu Kong still sat in the piano room, looking at her with a benevolent gaze.
