Zhu Qianying eventually came downstairs for dinner, because her mother, Chen Jing, personally called her.
She could ignore others, or treat them coldly, but she had never been able to stand firm against her lousy and irresponsible mother.
Even since she became sensible, she always looked at her mother with disappointed eyes.
But, despite all her faults, she was still the mother who gave birth to her and her sister.
She could pity her misfortune and rage at her inability to fight, but she could not abandon her.
"Ying'er, where have you been playing all this while? You sure had a lot of fun, you almost gave your father a heart attack!"
Zhu Qianying had just sat down, and before she could take a sip of her warm milk, Zhu Shaofen, who was sitting next to Zhu Zhizhou, began to take subtle jabs at her.
"Auntie, I was not playing, but working. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to afford the gift for the Yan Family's visit!"
