Looking at Zhuang Chujiao's righteous demeanor, Zhuang Shaoyang felt deeply disheartened.
He laughed angrily, "I've given you everything you ever wanted, I've catered to your every whim, and now you claim I treat you poorly? Seems I've raised an ungrateful wretch."
Zhuang Chujiao felt a bit guilty; her dad did treat her well when she was young.
She gritted her teeth and said, "But since Zhuang Xiangnuan came back, you don't see me anymore."
"You say I don't see you? How many times have you messed up, and every time I've pleaded with Nuannuan to forgive you? For your sake, she's almost disowned me as her father, and now you accuse me of favoritism?" Zhuang Shaoyang felt a stabbing pain in his heart and lungs from anger.
