Lady Xiao cried out in shock, "Impossible."
"Is it really from her?" She turned her head and asked Sese.
How could Sese explain clearly? It was her first time meeting Shen Hua.
Then the little girl spoke in a cheap tone: "What does it matter whether it's mine or not, why ask so many questions? Just accept your fate."
Lady Xiao felt like there was a fishbone stuck in her throat.
"It's not a big deal, Sese was happy to give it to her brother, she's actually used to it."
"Used to it?"
Shen Hua: "Why should she get used to it?"
Lady Xiao said as a matter of course: "What are you talking about? Barging into my home and pointing fingers? She is a daughter. She should make sacrifices."
Shen Hua fell silent. She narrowed her eyes, just staring at Lady Xiao.
A certain emotion enveloped her whole body.
It's called — sorrow.
It's not other people who look down on women, but they themselves, who have deeply ingrained the notion that they deserve to be oppressed.
