As Old Mr. Wen saw that the play was almost over, his eyes shined with disdain. "You have grown up in the Wen Family since young, maybe you have forgotten your true identity and treated yourself as the real Miss Wen of the Wen Family."
After hearing these words, Wen Yuya was overwhelmingly flustered. Grandpa's old, yet sharp and shrewd eyes landed on her body, seeing right through her soul. A sense of horror grew within her, and she tried to justify herself, but his fierce gaze caused her to swallow her words.
Old Mr. Wen's stare was hostile. "Having this sense of belonging is not your fault, either. After all, you had been brought back to the Wen Family not long after you were born and grew up here ever since. The Wen Family has never compromised you in your basic necessities, and you receive a pretty sum of allowance every month too. All of the brands you wear are expensive luxury brands. Every single accessory you own is worth a hefty sum."