"Mom, I'm living in such oppression, it's unbearable!" Muu Rushuang cried, clutching Yang Jiezhen's neck: "I'm not as pretty as Wanwan, not as smart as Wanwan, my grades aren't as good as Wanwan's, Brother Qin whom I like prefers Wanwan, grandpa and grandma don't like me, they only like Wanwan. Wanwan has a lot of money, she can even use the company's assets as she pleases, I have nothing, not even as healthy as Wanwan..."
The more she spoke, the harder she cried, so much that she couldn't catch her breath: "Mom, do you know how much I suffer? Compared to Wanwan, I have nothing, I'm worthless. Sometimes I even wonder what my purpose is in this world? Is it just to use me, this piece of trash, to highlight Wanwan's excellence?"
