'Anning, you and Jingfeng must work hard, much harder than them, so that Grandpa will see you.'
'Anning, it's my fault as a mother, I wasn't capable enough to protect you.'
The words Yang Yufang once whispered in her ear echoed again.
Uncontrollable.
Ji Anning bit her lip, feeling both hatred and... a hint of compassion.
Looking at Lin Yanqin's venomous face, Ji Anning knew Yang Yufang was like her too, but now she was at a disadvantage, forced to bow her head and endure.
She knew well enough that they were not benevolent beings, she knew...
'Sister-in-law, are you warming up your voice this early morning?'
Suddenly, a familiar male voice resounded from the first floor, cold and displeased.
Ji Anning peeked out from the shadows, seeing Ji Chicheng's figure emerge from the dining room, heading towards Lin Yanqin and Yang Yufang.
Her hands leaned against the wall, feeling somewhat tense yet seemingly hopeful.
Who would Uncle support?
