After a heavy sigh, she continued to grumble, "Being asked to take care of her is honestly suffocating. If she were nice, as her elder cousin, it would be my duty to look after her. But no, she acts as if her injury was my fault, endlessly finding ways to torment me. The moment I speak with a slightly harsh tone, she immediately turns into a drama queen, with an expression of fragility and helplessness, as if I, her cousin, am some sort of monster. It's utterly disgusting."
Shi Jingfang gave her daughter a disapproving stare. "What kind of language is that?"
Ye Wenhui stuck out her tongue. "I'm just so irritated by her. If it wasn't for Uncle's sake, I would have thrown in the towel and left already."
Shi Jingfang took her daughter to buy Malt Essence, canned tangerines, and two bags of pastries. She also bought some apples when she saw they were for sale, and then they headed back to the hospital.
