He Yuansheng always felt that Lin Jiangyue's existence itself was wrong.
He was the tartar that the woman brought into the house, the living proof that his father had betrayed his mother.
So it was natural for him to bully him.
But Lin Jiangyue never cried, complained, or bowed her head.
There was no fear in the way he looked at He Yuansheng, only a kind of indifference that was almost pity.
Lin Jiangyue has long been used to it.
Used to being isolated, used to being bullied——
He was also used to He Yuansheng's eyes falling on him.
Purpose: About love