"Why should I? He's not my parents. And as for my parents, who's ever raised by their daughter?"
Zhao Tian looked at his niece in front of him, sighed in his heart, and continued working.
Upon hearing Zhao Yanmei's arrogant words, the five children saw their father continue to work, so they continued as well. Their goal had been achieved, but they still had their own work to do—this was about feeding the family.
Su Yuanyuan watched that arrogant, thoughtless girl stomp her foot and call out for her second uncle. Seeing no one paid attention to her, she ran off crying.
That level of fighting spirit is really speechless. Was that it, and she ran off already?
After finishing a row, she bumped into the little girl again, who greeted her happily.
"Hehe, did you see that earlier? How was it?"
Su Yuanyuan gave a thumbs up, thinking she wasn't a pushover and that her previous performance was quite likable.
