"You actually turn your face on a dime like that, do you actually hate me? Have you been wanting to say these things to me for a long time?"
Facing Zhuanzhuan's accusation, Nan Fei just looked at her indifferently.
"Sis, I never said anything about how well you treat Jiang Yang. We were poor growing up, and I wore the clothes you outgrew. Anything good to eat or drink always went to you first. I'm two years younger than you, yet I never did any less housework. After you started junior high and came home late, almost all the housework was done by me."
Zhuanzhuan said all this in one breath, her heart aching deeply.
"Have I not done enough these years? How do your hearts grow? Mom dotes on you, grandma dotes on you, dad dotes on my younger brother. And me? Just because I'm the second child, I deserve no favoritism, no care?"
