Shen Jianhua felt that by just praising Zhou Siyu earlier, he had somewhat neglected Shen Mianmian's feelings. He felt a bit guilty inside; in the past, he had thought she was too young to pay much attention to, but now that he knew the child had grown up and had her own thoughts, he had started to pay attention to Shen Mianmian's emotions.
Taking advantage of the time they were still dishing up the rice, he went to the main room. "Mianmian, your mom is all bark and no bite, she speaks harshly but has a soft heart, don't hold a grudge against her."
A soft heart?
She certainly hadn't seen tofu as hard as steel.
"Dad, you don't need to persuade me," Shen Mianmian's attitude was somewhat cold. "I'm fully aware of how she's treated me over the years; she's never considered me her own daughter."
For a moment, she really wanted to ask Shen Jianhua if her biological mother was still alive in this world and why, after leaving her with him, she never inquired about her again.
