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Han Ruochen sucked in a breath. She wanted to pick something up and hit Han Ziyan on the head. No matter how stupid she was, there was a time and place where she could act up. Why was she pretending to be wronged in the hospital ward? Was she afraid that no one would know that she, as the adopted daughter, was being tormented by their family?
She closed her eyes and calmed herself down before saying to Han Ziyan, "There is no need. The soup is almost finished, and there are no leftovers. Ziyan, you are a grown-up, and you also have a good job at the warehouse. Just buy something at the canteen to eat, alright? We are all busy with the matters at hand, looking for a way to earn money. You should be a little more understanding."
Since Han Ziyan wanted to act pitiful, then Han Ruochen would remind her that her current job was because of the Han family.
