"Then call yourself... I don't want to talk to Fu Shihan, being disliked is too exhausting."
If Fu Shiyi had to choose someone she least wanted to see right now, it would undoubtedly be Fu Shihan.
Every time he sees her, it's all sarcasm; she isn't sure if they are even real siblings, Fu Shiyi is increasingly doubtful.
"Just call him, stop with the nonsense." Li Mo responded coldly. "Knowing you're being disliked but not trying to find the reason, are you planning to be disliked forever?"
"... Mom, I'm going back to sleep, goodnight."
Fu Shiyi wisely shut her mouth; she couldn't win against Fu Shihan, let alone Li Mo.
Dejected, she returned to her room, and as she lay on the bed, she couldn't figure it out.
Isn't it said that daughters are like little padded jackets? Why in her family does she feel like threadbare pants? And the disposable kind?
