Taking a deep breath and calming her thoughts, Zhong Mengfan did not pursue the matter further. Instead, she looked at Zhong Niangyao and asked almost stubbornly, "You still have not answered my question from earlier."
"Why must you know the answer so badly?" Zhong Niangyao responded indifferently, looking towards Zhong Mengfan. "Even if you knew, what could you do about it? That thing has already disappeared; what can you still do?"
"I don't care, I just want to know. Is that not allowed?" Zhong Mengfan struggled to contain her emotions, but her voice involuntarily rose sharply. "It has disappeared, but what about my life? Now it's all a mess because of her."
"It's not others who have ruined your life; it's always been you." Zhong Niangyao leaned back and looked at Zhong Mengfan, speaking languidly. "You know very well what kind of person you have always been. Like someone who, even if they do something wrong, blames everyone else. Do you really think that makes you likable?"
