He Xiaoman finally looked away when the car had gone some distance. She turned to open the back seat car door and got in.
Lu Xia clenched her fists so hard that her nails nearly dug into her flesh while she observed her motherâs every gesture.
This sight was absolutely ironic!
Her so-called biological mother came to pick her up from school, out of the blue, only to see Huo Yao. This meant that even though she was her biological daughter, she meant nothing to He Xiaoman.
She had lost her status as a celebrity and was incapable of making the family proud, so she also lost the right to be loved. This was the true nature of her family.
He Xiaoman flicked her nails as she glanced at the rearview mirror. After some time, she collected herself but did not offer any explanation. âAre the Math League results out?â
âUh huh.â Lu Xia turned to look out of the car window and replied calmly. She had already composed herself.
âHow much did you get?â asked He Xiaoman casually.
If Lu Xia did not already know Huo Yaoâs scores, she would have felt that she had done really well and would confidently say that she scored 263 marks...
Lu Xia closed her eyes briefly before telling the result to her mother.
â263 marks? What about your ranking?â asked He Xiaoman while smoothening her hair.
â15th in the city.â
The moment He Xiaoman heard this result, she did not seem particularly proud. Instead, she asked her. âWhat about Huo Yao? How was her result?â
Lu Xia knew that her mother would ask about this. She pursed her lips slightly and was incapable of suppressing her sarcasm. âItâs not like we are in the same class. Why would I know her results?â
He Xiaoman frowned. âArenât the results for such competitions released publicly? How could you not know?â
Lu Xia raised her hand to press her forehead. She closed her eyes and leaned into the car seat for some time before she replied. âMum, why are you asking about her?â
He Xiaoman was surprised by her question.
âWill you only be happy when you find out that your biological daughter canât compare to your foster daughter?â
Lu Xiaâs voice sounded upset and she clearly could not take it anymore.
Anyone would be upset if their biological mother kept asking about the foster daughterâs situation. Moreover, her mother had not raised her foster daughter for even a day before tossing her to the countryside.
He Xiaoman looked annoyed. âI donât like your attitude.â
Lu Xia was a very sweet and thoughtful girl when she first returned to the Lu family and would never behave so rebelliously. Many of her friends kept saying how lucky she was to have such a sweet daughter. She was the envy of everyone.
But Lu Xia was not a sweet daughter now. She kept speaking implicitly and had even learned to talk back to her.
Lu Xiaâs eyes landed outside the car window without the slightest warmth.
It probably was not her attitude that He Xiaoman had a problem with. She must dislike her altogether.
Lu Xia stopped talking. The more she spoke, the more displeased He Xiaoman would become.
Before long, the car arrived at their villa.
After Lu Xia got out of the car, she headed straight into the villa without looking at her mother.
He Xiaoman watched from behind before she said to the butler angrily, âJust look at this girl. Her attitude is getting worse by the day.â
The butler glanced in Lu Xiaâs direction before he veered his eyes and comforted He Xiaoman. âDonât be angry. After everything that happened online to her recently, it is understandable for her to be in a foul mood.â