At this moment, Wen Tang's mind was secretly pondering.
After a long deliberation, she looked up at the mansion in front of her, her eyes filled with a bit more hatred, not realizing that she had unconsciously scraped off the bark with her forceful grip.
She would never forget the kind of life she had lived in the Lu Family.
She was rarely allowed to join them at the dining table.
Her status was embarrassingly ambiguous; though she was called the young lady of the house, she never received the treatment due to a young lady. Not only that, she was framed and burdened with dirty and tiring chores, as well as wearing the clothes Lu Nianxin left behind.
If she was considered a servant of the family, her blood still bore the Lu lineage, after all, those days were painfully unforgettable.
As the hatred in her eyes gradually faded and she snapped back to reality, Pei Zhenbang had already driven away.
