Yun Ya picked herself up from the ground, her palm grazed, her Crown having fallen from her head, looking somewhat disheveled.
She looked up at Kang Jinse, with a watery shimmer in her eyes, defiantly holding back her tears, appearing pitifully woeful.
"Aunt Jiang, I know you don't like me and my brother, but that doesn't mean you can falsely accuse me of stealing. Grandfather and mother have taught me to be upright and honorable, and that theft is the act of a scoundrel; I've always remembered their words." The little girl stood there, fragile and slender, yet like a poplar tree amidst the snow, possessing an inner strength and grandeur.
The people present couldn't help but think of Ji Huaixi, whose reputation as a philanthropic entrepreneur wasn't unfounded; his character was truly impeccable, and this granddaughter of his seemed to inherit his integrity, though these words didn't seem like something a five-year-old would say.
