As soon as she heard the word 'bastard', Zhuang Chujiao exploded, "Shut up, I am not!"
She looked ferocious, extremely fierce.
Since childhood, she hated people calling her a bastard.
It was hard enough for Mom to marry into the Zhuang Family; she became the eldest lady of the Zhuang Family, got a Dad, and her world finally brightened.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yutai had no intention to go along with her, to humor her. He wanted her to face reality, understand her identity, and then rely on him without distraction.
"Jiaojiao, I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, ask your Dad. No, he's not even your Dad." Jiang Yutai sighed, looking at her with pity, "Poor Jiaojiao."
"Shut up, impossible!" Zhuang Chujiao shouted loudly, "I am the real eldest lady of the Zhuang Family."
Jiang Yutai said nothing, looking at her with a mocking expression.
Zhuang Chujiao's anxiety grew stronger, intuitively feeling that Jiang Yutai wasn't the type to joke about this.
