He had never felt so betrayed by his own mother.
Especially before so many people, and to think she even used the word 'pleasured'. Pei Zhen turned a bright scarlet just hearing it.
"Mum…" Pei Zhen strode up to his mother, tossing out all formality and reservation. He snatched the wine glass from her hand. "Guo'er, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" Pei Zhen's mother wasn't at all pleased that her wine glass had been taken from her, and banged the table. "Drink up! Continue to drink! I'm not drunk at all!"
"Mum…" Pei Zhen pleaded.
"Oh do keep quiet." Brushing all image aside, his mother said, "The bottom party has no right to talk to me." Her breath was heavy with alcohol.
Pei Zhen was speechless. Was that his real mother?!
