Zhong Niangyao, who had been acting like an invisible person at the side, suddenly felt rather bewildered when the fire unexpectedly ignited upon her own head. She was just sitting quietly here, how had she offended Zhong Mengxuan to such an extent that she had to drag the matter onto her?
"You two are in different situations," Old Madam Zhong frowned, "you can't compare everything with Niangyao, she—"
Old Madam Zhong's words were not even completed when they were abruptly interrupted by Zhong Mengxuan, who had somewhat lost her rationality.
"What's so different about us, Grandma? All this time, you've always been partial to Zhong Niangyao, what's so good about her? She's nothing but a waste, yet even such a waste can have shares, while I, who facilitated the collaboration project between the Zhong Family and the Lu Family, don't deserve even two percent of the shares?"
