The bedroom was warm and exquisitely decorated, with the soft glow of a pearl lamp. Bai Yujiao sat wearing light pink satin pajamas, her fair skin half-hidden in the dim light as she swirled a glass of champagne.
A cold, vicious edge cut through her narrow eyes. "Bai Yu, so what if you’re the true daughter? You have such a cheap, unpresentable look that even if Mom and Dad announced it to the whole world, they wouldn't want to acknowledge you."
"You only deserve to rot in a bridge tunnel, begging for scraps."
Chapter 22