Beichuan Si found what he was looking for in the third small room.
More precisely, a slip of paper hidden beneath a pile of other papers.
This note was exactly like the one Beichuan Si had found in the dining room, even the handwriting was nearly identical.
"Why should I have to reflect? I haven't done anything wrong. Shihui, that bastard, doesn't even know who his parents are. A true bastard."
"Sitting on the cushion all day long, mumbling to himself, talking to who knows who, he's really a freak! No kids play with him, someone like that doesn't deserve the name Shenzhu!"
"Why does the Family Head show such favoritism? I am his daughter after all, right?"
Beichuan Si read on in the light.
There was no name signed at the bottom.
"...this little brat." Beichuan Si couldn't help but frown.
It was just an act of self-proclaimed cleverness! This little one had written 'the Family Head's daughter' on the paper, yet 'cleverly' left off a signature at the end.
