Zhu Qianying didn't eat anything and went upstairs with a cold expression on her face.
It wasn't that she deliberately wanted to disrespect her mother or father. The truth was, she had eaten too much at the Yan Family's and was still full despite having taken a long walk.
And the cold look on her face was not because she was in a bad mood, but because she wanted to annoy her father and make him feel bad.
Strictly speaking, the treatment she received at the Yan family's this evening was much better than she had imagined.
The patriarch of the Yan family was not the stern, old-fashioned man she had thought he was. Instead, he was polite, caring, and showed a kind and generous face.
The matriarch of the Yan family was not the rough and arrogant woman she had assumed. Instead, she was considerate and empathetic, treating her with the same tolerance and gentleness as she would her own daughter.
