Ding Mulian puffed up her cheeks in rage. "But mommy, it's clearly not my fault. I greeted Aunt Mie so enthusiastically, yet not only did she ignore me, she even told me to get lost. This isn't fair. Didn't you teach me to never apologize if I didn't do anything wrong? It's not my fault! I'm not apologizing."
Yue Pengcheng glared at Mrs. Yue furiously. "Su Ningmei, you better apologize to Mulian this instant. As an elder, you should act like one. Don't be unreasonable. No wonder you idolize women like Yan Qingsi so much — you're both the same kind of trash—"
Before he could finish, Ding Mulian let out a blood-curdling shriek. Everyone turned to her and saw Yan Qingsi holding a mop up high — she could not lower it in time.
Ding Mulian turned around, her back aching. Seeing Yan Qingsi behind her, she yelled, "#%@! What was that for?"
Yan Qingsi snickered. "What was that for? Haha… I just wanted to f*cking kill you with this mop!"
