Song Ruqi looked at the pink flowers in front of her, feeling somewhat discontent.
Since when did she, a daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, have to look at others' expressions before losing her temper? Whatever advantages or disadvantages they discussed, she cared little; she only knew that she felt unhappy.
"My father is the Prime Minister, I am the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Grandmother, do I not even have the right to throw a tantrum?"
Song Ci looked at the youthful and impetuous face in front of him, silently thinking, indeed, a child pampered from a young age.
