"..."
Wen Siyuan glanced at Wen Yue, irritation brewing in his heart. In his memory, this daughter of his had always been quite obedient. How had she changed so completely now?
Taking a deep breath, Wen Siyuan suppressed the rising anger within him, redirecting his gaze back to Su Man: "Even so, you should not treat the children that way. After all, you're an adult, and the sum of the ages of the three of them, Wen Yue included, barely reaches twelve or thirteen. Is it really necessary for you to haggle over every little thing with these children?!
In the dead of winter, you expect a six-year-old to cook for herself and for her four-year-old and three-year-old sisters. Should I commend you for your great trust in them, or should I say you are treating them harshly because they didn't come from your womb?"
