Tong Juan tightened her grip on the mouse, and a hint of envy flashed across her eyes. "How could she not be my father's daughter? is there a mistake? how could she be Sir Yin's biological sister? How could she be the daughter of a wealthy family?"
"We grew up together and we were not as good as me in any way. Now, not only is she married to the president's son, but she's also the Secretary of State's sister? 'Mother, you don't know how much I hate Tong Lu. Why is she living such a carefree life now? why isn't she the daughter of some big family who has been abandoned outside?' I don't believe it, there must be a mistake, there must be a mistake! If she's from a rich family, will I have the chance to take revenge on her in this life?"
"You'd better give up the idea of taking revenge on her from now on!"