Every word Mother Tang said was like a sharp knife stabbing into Lan Yue's chest.
How useless was he to let Mother Tang humiliate him like this?!
Lan Yue's well-defined face tensed and his low voice seemed to come from the depths of his throat. "Madam, I respect you, but it doesn't mean that you can trample on my relationship with Tangtang like this…"
Before Lan Yue could finish, Mother Tang interrupted him with a cold smile. "You're just a poor boy from the tribe. You only got to where you are today because of our Wuwu. Are you addicted to living off a woman? The daughter I painstakingly raised is not for you to trample on!"
"If you know what's good for you, cut off all contact with our Wuwu in the future. If not, I will say even worse things!"
Without waiting for Lan Yue to say anything, Mother Tang hung up first.
Lan Yue looked at the darkened screen and held his phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand protruding.
