"Isn't this our Liu residence's second young miss Liu?" Liu Jiaying was holding a small leather whip as she looked at Liu Jiaxin, who was crying in the garden. She gloated,
"I say, second miss Liu, what's wrong? Two days ago, didn't you run to me and brag that you were going to replace me and be the Miss of the family? At that time, didn't you swagger around and say that you wanted me, the young miss, to do the lowliest work?
"It's only been a short time since we last met, and you've become like this, crying and wailing as if you've been bullied by someone."
Liu Jiaying had always hated the Liu Jiaxin siblings.
In the past, the two of them had relied on their father's love to show off. They had even ridiculed them for being bastards that no father wanted.
However, for Liu Jiaying, having a father was equivalent to not having one.
Welp