"Miss, what kind of joke are you making?" Zhuang Yuanyan's face darkened, "Ruyue is my daughter, this is her home."
"Daughter?" Shen Qinglan scoffed, mocking, "You live in luxurious houses, while she resides in a moss-covered, rain-leaking courtyard. You feast on delicacies, while she can only eat coarse bread. So, this is how Zhuang Yuanyan raises his own daughter?"
"I..."
Zhuang Yuanyan felt his dignity was challenged, but he still said in a low voice, "So what? Even if I let her sleep in the stables, she is my daughter. It's none of your business, miss."
"Master, what's going on?"
With the voice entering, a young woman appeared, along with two young girls in their teens.
"Father!"
Zhuang Yuanyan nodded, "Madam, Ruyu, Ruxue, why are you here?"
Hearing the voice, Shen Qinglan noticeably sensed that Zhuang Ruyue behind her lightened her breathing considerably.
"I heard we have a guest, so I came over to have a look."
