"What does Wen Qiao count as then, and why should she be Fu Jinghen's fiancée?" Jiang Wei suddenly stood up from the sofa, her eyes slightly reddened, "When I first told you that I liked Fu Jinghen, why didn't you say anything? Now that we've lost a project, you come blaming me? Aren't you ashamed?"
"You!"
Mr. Jiang raised his hand but was stopped by Jiang's mother, "Stop hitting her, can't you see her face is already bruising?"
Jiang Wei stiffened her neck, "Let him hit. Has he ever spared me since I was little?"
"Sister Weiwei, please don't say that anymore!" Jiang's mother frowned and persuaded, "Go upstairs first, quickly."
While saying so, she pushed Jiang Wei along.
Reluctantly, Jiang Wei walked upstairs and could still hear Mr. Jiang and Jiang's mother arguing at the turn on the second floor.
"It's all because you spoil her, look at the mess now."
"And what about you, how much have you managed her?"
"...."
