Ding Jiayi knew that given the miserly amount of Qiao Dongliang's pay, he would not buy apples and good food. It must be from the Zhai family.
Since she gave birth to her, she should have her share of good food as well. Qiao Dongliang had his share of good food. It was her turn now.
Qiao Nan refused to budge from her seat. "There is no bag at home."
"Are you refusing to bring it for me? Let me warn you. You'd better do it before I lose my temper. Right now, you can choose to give me as much as you like. When I am angry, I will take all the food at home!" Ding Jiayi could not wait to give Qiao Nan a few slaps to her face.
In the past, she hated the younger daughter. She felt that the latter ruined her happiness.
