"Yes."
Chun Ning nodded, acknowledging that her grandfather's death was unjust, and mentioning his name was nothing to be ashamed of.
"Tsk tsk, such misfortune."
Manager Lin looked Chun Ning up and down again: "Originally, you were the lady of a wealthy family in the Capital, and now you have to rely on making embroidery to supplement the household income. It's truly pitiful."
Upon hearing this, Chun Ning's face turned red.
Not from embarrassment, but from anger.
"Manager, my mother wishes to make embroidery with her own hands to supplement the household and there's nothing shameful about that, nor is it a tragedy for us."
Indeed, they never needed anyone's sympathy, nor did they want to be laughed at or mocked.
