An Ning, back in her room, was fuming and complaining at Yu Jingchen. "Today's mess is all your fault, but I'm the one who got blamed. It's not fair."
Yu Jingchen, accused in such a way, didn't get angry but rather curved his lips in a smug, arrogant smile that added a wickedly handsome charm to his already striking face.
Seeing him so pleased only made An Ning shake with more anger. "You're actually laughing. Grandfather already didn't like me, now he likes me even less."
Yu Jingchen dismissively said, "Out of the four elders, three like you a lot. You're already quite impressive, don't set your expectations too high."
Saying so made her calm down.
After all, she wasn't money—she couldn't be loved by everyone, right?
Even though Grandfather didn't like her, he hadn't treated her too badly.
That was pretty good already.
However.
"Uncle, you really went too far today, making me lose face in front of so many people," An Ning said angrily.