Yun Peilan pressed a hand to her forehead and spoke in a trembling voice, "You really do not care about me anymore. I raised you for so many years, and now for the sake of a little winning and losing, you speak to me like this in front of outsiders..."
Bai Lingling almost laughed in her face.
Raised?
This woman called that raising?
Raised where?
Raised how?
Raised by taking every good thing her late parents left and shifting it bit by bit to her own daughter?
Raised by feeding Yun Wanrou first and leaving Yun Qingqing whatever scraps remained, if any remained at all?
Raised by blaming Bai Lingling for every conflict because it was easier to quiet the soft child than restrain the vicious one?
Raised by letting Yun Wanrou wear her things, take her room, take her food, take her dignity, and then still demanding she smile and be grateful?
If that was what the woman called raising, then wolves probably called chewing kindness too.
Bai Lingling only sighed and shook her head.
