Su Jingchen sneered, "She's thinking of us?"
Whatever Yao says, their father always believes; but when it comes to the words of his two sons, he chooses to ignore.
All these years, Yao has been basking in the prestige of being the household mistress, she must have long forgotten that she still belongs to the class of lowly status, hasn't she?
"She always pretends in front of you, don't you know how long she's been deceiving you?"
Even a six-year-old like Su Jingyue can see it, yet Father Su remains blind to it, which is truly puzzling.
Father Su glared angrily at Su Jingchen, "I forbid you from speaking ill of your stepmother. Give me her deed of servitude!"
"Return?" Su Jingchen's tone changed abruptly, "Yao was my mother's dowry maid. Before my mother died, she handed me Yao's deed, not you. Don't you understand why?"
Father Su's face flushed with embarrassment; he knew exactly why.
