Yuran no longer comments on her daughter's words; she pats her on the head, smoothing her hair.
"Why are you so upset? Is it hard to admit your brother is better than you?"
Bo Nian is deeply resentful, "This issue shouldn't be my burden. Frankly, mom, you and dad are more responsible. When you had me, you definitely weren't in love anymore.
It caused a genetic problem, and I'm not taking the blame for it. It's your and dad's fault."
"You're saying your mom and I don't love each other?" Bo Qin stands in the middle of the open kitchen island holding a spatula, staring straight at his daughter.
The smile inexplicably sends a chill down Bo Nian's spine.
She helplessly feels amused, almost wronged to tears, "Dad, am I still your little darling?
Other dads coddle their daughters like precious little gems, but in our house, I feel like mom is more like your darling;
I'm upset; I haven't been jealous all these years, but today, I'm jealous. I've drunk a whole vat of it."
