"Every day, they enjoy meals of flour and rice, and have fried eggs at every meal. It's almost so good that it makes your eyes bleed with envy…"
"If mother hadn't driven them away, all the money those two dead girls are making now would be ours. We'd have as much money as we wanted and wouldn't have to eat steamed cornbread and pickles here."
The main thing is, they could wear as many beautiful clothes as they wanted, even better than what Zhuang Qingning wears and more attractive than the hair ribbon Zhuang QingSui ties on top of her head.
When Zhuang Qinghe thought about the fact that those things, which should have been hers, were being enjoyed by Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, those two dead girls, she was extremely angry.
She almost wanted to snap the chopsticks in her hand in half.
Why bring up this topic now?
Mrs. Song worriedly glanced at Zhuang Ruman and indeed saw his gloomy expression, immediately making her shrink her neck.
