Mrs. Mo's voice was very calm as she spoke gently.
With a touch of sincere elder's admonition, Ning Yanan's eyes became slightly moist.
Throughout her life, because of her background, she had endured much scorn.
For the first time, someone told her in such a gentle tone that she too could have her own pride.
For the first time, the evaluations of her by others contained no contempt, but rather sympathy...
Tears instantly welled up in Ning Yanan's eyes, and she stood up uncontrollably.
"Aunt, I'm sorry, I need to go to the restroom."
"Silly child, there's nothing to cry about. The real tears are yet to come." Mrs. Mo caught Ning Yanan's hand and made her sit back down.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped away her tears.
"If you're like this, later Yangyang might think I bullied you and get upset with me."
"Aunt did not." Ning Yanan was somewhat flustered.
Even the strongest, most independent people unconsciously let go of their pride in front of their elders.
