She bent down, crouching to pick up the phone.
"Ye Mei." Suddenly, Ye Wu's voice rang out beside her ear.
Ye Mei bit her lip, picked up the phone, and looked at Ye Wu.
She didn't resemble Ye Wu.
She thought of her father, Ye Wu resembled their mother.
So, from the moment she was born, Ye Wu had been the favorite, nurtured and favored since childhood.
Actually, she and Gu Zihan were quite alike; as if from the moment they were born, they were destined to be a step behind everyone else, a step late to see the world, a step late to obtain everything that was theirs.
"Ever since we were young, you liked to snatch my things, but I never let you have them. Even the discarded dolls I didn't want, I wouldn't give to you," Ye Wu said, her tone cold.
Ye Mei just gave an ironic smile, smiling without a word.
"I want to tell you, Ye Mei, I've been teaching you a lesson since we were young, but it seems you still don't understand," Ye Wu said, her words icy.
