Father Huang was so infuriated that the veins on his forehead bulged. "Huang Xiaoyan, where is your respect?"
Huang Xiaoyan sneered, "Have you ever bothered to care for me? If I lack manners, it's because you never spent time on me."
"Ha, as for Jiang Wangya, you trust her completely. Whatever she says is the truth for you. Have you ever cared about or trusted me, your own daughter?!"
Huang Xiaoyan finally voiced the grievances she'd harbored for so long.
"I've been busy working, trying to provide you with the best life," Father Huang said, believing he had done enough for Huang Xiaoyan, never realizing that what she needed most was his presence.
"And your mother," he corrected himself, "Your Aunt Jiang has always bought you the best of everything, taking care of your daily needs. Even if you don't want to call her mother, you should still respect her."
