Noah Yates was reminiscing about those good old days, but was taken aback when she interrupted, his expression turning slightly stiff.
Bam—
The atmosphere was tense, and the sudden sound immediately captured everyone's attention.
The sound came from Rose Yates, who was sitting opposite Scarlett Yates.
She slammed her half-drunk glass of milk onto the table, her soft and chubby face scrunched, and she forcefully wiped her lips with a napkin, then turned to Noah Yates and said, "Dad, I also love Chinese breakfast. Why didn't you ask someone to prepare one for me in advance? Dad, you're biased. Now that you have my elder sister, do you not care about your little daughter anymore?"
Her words were full of grievance, exaggerated on her face, yet she truly felt wronged in her heart.
Noah Yates had never cared whether she liked breakfast or not.
People always said the youngest in the family is the most spoiled, but she now felt like the neglected one.
