Lu Beihua paused on the other end of the phone.
Yun Zhishu continued to lament, "Isn't she a genius? Could it be that she doesn't even know how to make a phone call? Can't she ask the Lu Family servants to deliver some food?"
"Or does she take me and her uncle as servants, demanding to eat the meals we bring?"
Yun Zhishu's words were brutally blunt. When she lashed out, it was merciless, with no regard for social niceties or saving face.
The reason she lived so candidly was partly due to her personality and partly due to her family environment.
Her brother, the old mischievous Yun Zhijuan, raised his sister. Maybe it was his upbringing that led her astray...
Yun Zhijuan rubbed his nose: Alas, it's all his fault, indulged by him.
Anyone got a problem?
Too bad.