Mrs. Yue almost turned red from anger. She clutched her chest and sobbed. "Argh, I… My chest hurts. I can't breathe…"
Yue Tingfeng had no sympathy for his mother. "Ma, stop acting."
Mrs. Yue replied, "You horrible child, how dare you speak to your mother like that?"
Yue Tingfeng's eyes strayed to the bedroom door. "Ma, head back home. You won't win against the little minx inside."
To Yue Tingfeng, Yan Qingsi was placed at a higher level than his mother. She could get rid of her anytime she wanted.
At this thought, Yue Tingfeng suspected that Yan Qingsi was not fully invested in attacking his mother—most probably because the old woman was too easy a target. There was no point in wasting her time and effort on Mrs. Yue.
Mrs. Yue implored, "Yes, yes. I'm no match for her, but you are. Ruke is much better than this little minx. You can have fun with her too, why does it have to be this minx?"
