"Huh, some people just become successful and then act all high and mighty. He probably even thinks he was wronged at our residence!"
"He's not that kind of person!" Zhang Xiang said: "From the way he repaid Gu Wu, it's clear that he's a person of deep feelings and righteousness. Shiyu, you're judging him with a petty mindset."
Zhang Shiyu was taken aback, stomped her feet in anger, and said haughtily, "In your eyes, even a beggar is more important than your own daughter. Father, my life is so miserable. First, I was betrayed by my sister and mother, and now I'm in my late twenties and still unmarried. If you don't care, fine, but you're actually concerned about some beggar's future—that really drives me mad!"
From time to time, Zhang Shiyu would complain, and Lord Zhang had grown accustomed to it.
Initially, he would console her out of guilt, but now he just watched with indifference.
He would only speak to her once Zhang Shiyu's tirade had subsided.
