Mr. Zhong's face was full of anger, "Just because of this little thing, you went outside to complain, throwing your mother and my dignity out there for everyone to trample on?"
Yuan Chun looked at Mr. Zhong in disbelief, "Dad, in this family, I've endured so much unfair treatment, how can you dismiss it as just a little thing?"
"I'm almost starving, Dad, I haven't eaten all day, aren't you my biological father? Don't you feel any pity for me?"
There was no pity on Mr. Zhong's face, only indifference. "You lost the mantou and still want to eat? In this family, if you do something wrong, you get punished. Not just today, but if you don't bring back the mantou tomorrow, you won't eat then either."
Mr. Zhong turned and went inside.
Yuan Chun covered her mouth and sneered coldly.
If she wasn't allowed to eat, fine, then no one would eat.
