Shang Jingchen stirred with massive hope from inside, "Mom, does this mean you finally admit that Yuan Jiayin is better than her?"
Ye Lu was taken aback, wondering who Yuan Jiayin was. The name sounded familiar, but why?
Madam Shang sneered, "Yes, she indeed is better than her, at least she wouldn't embarrass our family like this. But I have observed that your taste is deteriorating over time."
"Why has my taste deteriorated?" Shang Jingchen retorted sarcastically, "Isn't it inherent from you? I heard that back then, my dad was just a poor lad. You always despise the poor, don't you? So how did you stoop so low to fall for him?"
A hefty slap resounded out of nowhere, landing on Shang Jingchen's face. The room fell pin-drop silent.
Not only was Shang Jingchen in disbelief, even Ye Lu was dumbstruck. The servants around hurriedly left the room.
