The truth always hurts, but Mu Yan knew that if she kept acting obedient and sensible, these people would never realize how ridiculous their so‑called happy, perfect life really was.
Ever since she found out what her mom had gone through, she honestly just couldn't like anyone in this family.
And during this time, thinking back over everything that's happened in the past six months, if she really had to say how much they loved her, it didn't seem like much at all—at most, there was some guilt.
Sooner or later, that guilt would be worn away, and since she was distant from them, in their hearts she would naturally never compare to Zhuang Chujiao, who'd been by their side for over ten years.
Since that was the case, there was no need for her to be polite or to spare anyone's pride.
"Nuannuan, I don't understand what you're talking about?" Liang Rong looked at her with an innocent face.
Mu Yan gave her a look, then turned her head toward Mrs. Zhuang. "You don't know either, Madam?"
