She shouted at Zhu Xianglan, so loud that she could feel the tension at her vocal cord and the pain in her throat.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Zhu Xianglan lifted the cup at a leisurely pace before she sipped the cup of tea. Then, she threw a glance at Zhu Meina. "Did I strangle your son to death? Did I poison him? Did I stop you from giving birth to him?"
No. I didn't. I've never done any of those. I merely stood by and watched as you suffered, for it was completely none of my business. Why did I have to save the boy? He's not my son. If his mother failed to take care of him, why should I be bothered about the well-being of a b*stard? I'm not so stupid to waste my time on him.
Slap. Zhu Meina struck an open palm across Zhu Xianglan's cheek. She was exasperated by the sneer on Zhu Xianglan's face as Zhu Xianglan gloated over her son's misfortune.
It's her. She must be the culprit!
