Mi Yang was already accustomed to the things Mi Shuhao said to him, and these verbal blows no longer mattered.
Almost, he had hardly ever been praised by his father.
From childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard he tried, no matter what achievements he made, his father was never satisfied.
Mi Lu tossed and turned, unable to sleep, feeling a bit hungry, yet unwilling to eat anything.
Around nine o'clock, her room door was knocked again.
Annoyed, she opened the door; this time, it was Liu Ying knocking.
"Mom, it's so late, what do you want?" Mi Lu's tone was not particularly kind, even worse than when she was talking to Mi Yang earlier.
"Lulu, Mom cooked some bird's nest porridge for you. You didn't have dinner tonight, and you didn't eat when your brother brought it up. Although girls love to stay beautiful, you can't go hungry all the time." Liu Ying pushed the door open herself and walked into Mi Lu's room.
