Mrs. Hong stared in disbelief, her eyes filled with scorn. "Ma'am, you can't just expect people to give you what you want because you fancy it. What's the difference between what you're doing and emotionally blackmailing people for handouts?"
"I am Rong Qi's grandmother. Isn't it her duty to show me some respect by giving me a few gifts?" Mrs. Rong Sr. grew more determined to make Rong Qi part with her money. She began to brazenly push her agenda.
'What's the value of saving face? Money is what really matters,' Mrs. Rong Sr. thought, increasingly irritated by the audacity of the servant who dared to liken her to a beggar. 'How dare she!'
Rong Qi wore a thin smile, intrigued by the audacity of the people she was dealing with. "Respect is earned, not given," she responded. "And why would I respect you when I hardly know you? Don't forget, I have severed all ties with the Rong family."
Rong Qi's voice was tinged with cold sarcasm, as well as a playful edge.
