Looking at Zhao Shuncheng's stubborn self who would never admit his wrongdoings even if it cost him his life, Zhao Youlin snorted. She sighed to herself, 'Zhao Youxi is a chip off the block. The wench is exactly like her father who has the same entitled look as if she will never be wrong even when the world does.'
So, the saying was true, parents' characters shaped their children's characters.
"You mentioned that you're the one who gave me half my genes and raised me up, while they never provided anything for me, yet I sided with them instead of you and so, you think this is unreasonable, right?" Zhao Youlin looked at Zhao Shuncheng in mockery, and she snickered, "Then, let me clarify this to you about the difference between you and them. Indeed, you've given half of my genes and raised me for more than a decade. However, apart from this, what other fatherly responsibilities have you done?"
