"Tsk." Jian Ai pursed her lips disapprovingly. "Compared to what they've done to our family over the years, I've given them a discount."
Putting the basin back in the cupboard, Jian Ai said, "They're people who don't talk logic. The more we give in, the more they'll think that we're easy to bully."
"To deal with such people, we have to be even more heartless than them. Since Grandpa and Grandma doesn't treat our mother as their daughter, we don't have to treat them as family."
Jian Ai hated the Wang family more than anyone else because in her previous life, she had experienced only bitter moments from the Wang family, be it towards her or her mother.
The resentment in her heart was the accumulation of two lifetimes. Compared to Jian Yu, Jian Ai no longer had any feelings for the Wang family, so she did not show any mercy or retreat.
She planned to become strangers with these cold-blooded relatives from now on.
