Lady Yun's face visibly darkened.
She stood up and walked to Shang Rong, very angrily saying, "Those shoes were made for my Ningning, using our family's fabric. Who allowed you to throw them away?"
"Those were made by my mother, I can throw them away if I want."
The little girl raised her head high, fearlessly talking back.
What mother, whether she's really your mother is still in question, Lady Yun pursed her lips, letting out a sneer in her heart.
She restrained the urge to slap this little girl, trying to reason with her in a calm voice.
"It's true your mother made the shoes, but the fabric is ours. Throwing them away is wrong. Go pick up the shoes immediately and apologize to Ningning."
"No, I won't, I did nothing wrong and I won't apologize. You make shoes for her but not for me, you're being biased."
Lady Yun: "..."
What nonsense and irrationality, it's unimaginable how this child was raised to be like this.
