Liang Rong looked at her daughter's excited appearance, the veins on her forehead bulging.
She said bitterly, "Just now you were saying your brain was sharp, how come in the blink of an eye you're as dull as a pig? Even if it was her who did it, so what? You were the one who first lied about your leg being broken. Do you think they'll sympathize with you? No, they'll think you deserve it!"
Zhuang Chujiao stared blankly at Liang Rong, no, how could this be, Dad always favored her...
Seeing her still unaware look, Liang Rong poured another basin of cold water.
"You think it's that brat who did it? She doesn't have that kind of ability?"
Zhuang Chujiao looked at her, instinctively asking, "Then who is it?"
"Do I even need to say?" Liang Rong said somewhat impatiently.
Zhuang Chujiao's expression gradually fell, sobbing, "Why, why would he treat me like this, am I not better than that bitch in any way!"
Seeing her pain, Liang Rong seemed to see her former self.
