Su Zhaozhao let out a cold snort full of confidence and turned around to leave.
In such a short amount of time, Su Zhaozhao had been assimilated by her surroundings too quickly, adopting a hint of the crude coarseness she once despised.
It's hard for a person to improve, but so easy to deteriorate.
The original owner, surrounded by negative perceptions, grew into what she is now, truly a rare talent.
Su Zhaozhao was different. Having encountered too many vile faces, her psychological defenses had collapsed long ago, filled with resentment and complaints, as well as deep inferiority.
She not only hated those gossiping foolish villagers; their words were so unpleasant to hear.
She disliked her grandmother too, who claimed to adore her most but was eager for her to do more work.
What angered her most was her brother. How did he become like this?
Were all those kindnesses from before fake?
