"The opportunity has been given to you, and since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."
Feng Tianzhi's sinister tone made Lin Birou retract the steps she was about to take. She hesitated for a moment, sat back down, eyes brimming with tears, twisting the hem of her clothes without speaking.
"Not pursuing an acting career is truly a pity for you. I just can't fathom how such an honest family could produce someone like you. Wanting to live a good life should involve effort and not relying on others' donations to fulfill one's selfish desires—how can you be so complacent?"
"I..." Lin Birou glanced quickly at Feng Tianzhi and then lowered her head. "I admit I was wrong—I'm sorry."
"Your donor was a fourteen-year-old boy, at the age when he needs nutrition, yet he sent his money to you frugally. His mother is a maid." At this, Feng Tianzhi leaned back, staring at Lin Birou, silent.
"I'm sorry." Lin Birou's head drooped even lower.
