Upon hearing Jiang Er's question, Yuan Bao felt even worse!
Is this little brat here just to poke at her sore spot?
Indeed, Mrs. Xiao Li and Yuan Zhaodi didn't say they didn't want her, but their attitude towards her had plummeted from the heavens to the underground. Logically, if she stayed home, although she'd eat worse, well, probably wear worse too, and have to do a lot of work, suffer many grievances, at least her basic food and clothing would be guaranteed, and most likely she'd grow up safely.
By then, she'd have grown her own wings and could finally be herself.
But if she really did that, she'd owe the two of them the so-called debt of gratitude for raising her, possibly for a lifetime.
At that point, unless she completely disappeared from the vision of the Yuan Family, the hat of ingratitude would be tightly fixed on her head, preventing her from ever being free.
Giving a glance at Jiang Er, who was eagerly waiting for her answer, Yuan Bao turned away and left.
