"Baby, you only saw the surface. It's not that the Yan family didn't take action. They did, but they realized that they were helpless, so they gave up." Qiao Qiao stood against the flower wall beside her and reached out to pick up a rose to play with. "Because the Yan family doesn't lack daughters. Or rather, the Yan family doesn't lack descendants. Yan Zimeng has a pair of twin sisters and a younger brother. Of course, there are even more cousins."
"But no matter how many there are, she's still the daughter of the Yan family. It's inevitable that her parents will be sad if they can't do anything."
However, Qiao Qiao laughed. "Baby, what are children in those rich families? They're tools to solidify their position or for marriage alliances. They're spoiled when they're useful and thrown away when they're useless. Of course, it's not absolute, but most of them are like this. That's why there are so many rich families' grudges."
