This aggrieved and angry tone.
It was said that only with someone doting on her was she qualified to feel aggrieved. However, ever since she was young, she had been the one without her father's love.
The nanny who was sent to take care of her vented all her resentment on her because she had left her hometown.
She grew up like a weed.
In the end, no one could bully her anymore. But she was clearly not being bullied now, so why—
Little Sly Jiang sat cross-legged on the ground with her feet facing each other. She grabbed her feet with both hands and bent her little body slightly like a pitiful little bullfrog.
"How can it not be you?" Consort Yun knelt up behind her.
"It's not me," she said aggrievedly.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her back.
