The room fell silent. Looking at the few glasses of water on the coffee table, Jian Ai sighed.
The phenomenon of favoring a man over a woman had existed since ancient times, but Jian Ai never expected such a custom to be thoroughly implemented in her own home. It was going to be a new millennium, yet there were still such old-fashioned people. If one's son shouted out that he was cold, one would skin their daughter to make a set of clothes for him.
Jian Ai did not think that there was anything wrong with what she had just done. To Jian Ai, all these people related by blood were not much different from strangers. One would not wake up early unless they had benefits to gain. If not for the benefits, she would not have bought their lousy houses for no reason. This was also what she had learned as a businesswoman in her previous life.
