Tian Miaoke, completely ignored, felt such intense envy her eyes could practically bleed.
The Rose Bracelet had clearly cost a considerable sum at the auction, yet in front of his Princess, the Prince claimed that the bracelet was very cheap.
The string bracelet, so utterly ordinary, seemed to become more precious than the Rose Bracelet simply because his Princess had spoken a load of blessings over it.
Now Tian Miaoke had no doubts; she was his Princess, not his sister, and she had no chance at all, not even a disliked existence.
Tian Miaoke wiped away a tear and tugged at her dad's sleeve, "Daddy, hug."
She stretched out her arms, tears still hanging in her eyes, looking pitifully adorable.
The man, moved by his daughter's distress, looked at her with eyes full of tenderness, bent down to lift her into his arms, nodded to Director Hua, and left.
Little Taotie looked at them, her eyes brimming with envy, her head hung low, her beautiful eyes dull and listless.