The timely coincidence seemed too calculated, too convenient. That was what Ji Duoduo truly and fully meant to express.
How could Yu Jingrong not understand? He spoke with profound implications, "If a person hurts their hand moving a cactus, and someone sees and kindly moves the cactus for them, but instead of blaming their own foolishness for touching the cactus, they blame the cactus for having thorns, and accuse the person who moved the cactus of doing so intentionally, then how absurd is that?"
Ji Duoduo was taken aback by this. She glared resentfully at Yu Jingrong, unsure of what to say, and turned to look at her own mother.
Yu Qingmei scoffed coldly, "Jingrong, we should thank you, I suppose, as you have no obligations toward the Yu family workshop, but after all, it's your duty. It is in its current state thanks to your father."
