Zhuang Chujiao saw that her mother, who always cherished her, didn't care about her grievances, and she felt even more unhappy.
"Mom, what do you mean? I am your daughter, and you don't even help me."
"Your grandmother is an elder. You listen to whatever she says. I've told you this many times. If this gets to your grandfather, do you think he'll tolerate you?"
At the mention of her grandfather, Zhuang Chujiao became a bit apprehensive.
She was the little princess of the Zhuang family, and normally everyone in the family pampered her, but she was particularly afraid of her grandfather, who came from a military background, and her uncle.
"But I'm not wrong." She was still arguing.
"Disrespecting your elders is your fault. Besides, your sister is coming back. If you don't win over the old lady's heart, where will you find a foothold in the Zhuang family in the future?"
