Xia Chuyi looked at Grandma Xia with icy eyes.
In Grandma Xia's eyes, the deep-rooted favorite had always been her eldest grandson, Xia Chengzu, the obedient one. Xia Chengjia, the third grandson, was also liked because he was sweet-tongued.
Only Xia Chengzong, who had been stubborn since childhood, was disliked by Grandma Xia.
As he grew older, he had mixed with the wrong crowd, which made Grandma Xia feel even more ashamed; she felt nothing but disdain whenever she spoke of him.
"So just because second brother was once a gangster, in your eyes, he is capable of all evils?" Xia Chuyi spoke coldly to Grandma Xia, "Without asking for reasons or understanding the circumstances, do you just assume second brother only does bad things and that Xia Chengzu certainly does not?"
"Ha, what a 'family'!" Old grievances and new resentments surged in Xia Chuyi's heart at that moment.
"With 'family' like you, I'd rather be a beggar in the streets!"
