"Xia Yunsheng, don't be unreasonable."
"Whatever I say is unreasonable, but everything you say is right, isn't it?" Xia Yunsheng looked at Mrs. Cheng with sarcasm, then glanced at the two crying children, feeling very uncomfortable and pained.
But she felt that in Mrs. Cheng's eyes, she was more like a servant, a nanny, with no say beyond soothing the children.
Mrs. Cheng was infuriated by Xia Yunsheng's words and stormed off.
Meng Tingting got up late today, and when she came downstairs, she heard Xia Yunsheng clashing with Mrs. Cheng and couldn't help but laugh.
Xia Yunsheng looked at her: "You're awake? What's so funny?"
Meng Tingting smiled warmly, "Sometimes, I really envy you, Sheng."
"Envy me for what?"
"For speaking out when you're upset, without so many concerns."
"You might as well just call me stupid," she wasn't as eloquent as Meng Tingting, nor could she make everyone around her happy like she did.
