"Oh oh! Look at you so aggrieved, so pitiful, who bullied our Little Darling?"
Tang Jinghao knowingly asked, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the equally angry Prince Pu beside him.
"Uncle." Situtu Qinger pondered how exactly to say it.
"Hmm."
Right now, the relationship with grandfather was tense. Situtu Qinger's eyes turned and immediately thought of a plan. Her voice softened as she said, "Uncle, grandfather is so infuriating! He burned mother's corpse without notifying us. We just wanted him to explain clearly why, but... you see, he actually got mad at us and had such an entitled look. Do you think Qinger should be angry?"
Saying that, her little mouth pouted, looking like she was about to cry.
Because her mother had just passed away, Situtu Qinger dressed very plainly, wearing a white skirt, with a small white flower in her hair, making her little face look extremely pale, and with her slender waist, she appeared quite delicate.
