Young Fang Yuan felt a sense of injustice and quietly began to sob. "But I didn't…"
"If you hadn't complained to Grandma, would she have called us and pressured us to return? Do you realize that your father and I had to delay another project just to come back?"
"That's enough, let's not dwell on this. She's just a child; she couldn't have known any better," Fang Liguo tried to mediate.
"What child!" Song Ling burst out in anger. "Have you ever seen a child using Grandma to manipulate their parents? Look at how biased Mom is. Fang Yuan, let me tell you, the more you act like this, the more I dislike you. All you do is cry all day. You're so annoying!"