In the study, after the confrontation, there was an eerie silence.
Mu Yan looked stubbornly at Mr. Zhuang, with anger and unwillingness in her eyes, but mostly disappointment.
Some say that home is a haven of happiness, but for her, it wasn't; it was endurance, humiliation, the source of hatred.
Perhaps, she was too young and thus yearned for things that no longer existed along with warmth.
Or maybe she was never meant to be a part of the Zhuang Family.
Mr. Zhuang looked at her stubborn face; this granddaughter had been smart since she was young, understanding things with a hint.
But understanding certain things too well isn't good because reality is often cruel.
Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while before saying, "The hardest thing to guard against in this world is vile people."
"Because vile people are insidious, does that mean I have to endure and live in frustration?" Mu Yan snorted lightly, "Grandpa, you didn't teach me like this before."
