"Hello?" Mo Jun answered the call dispassionately, and Zhang Qin's angry voice immediately came through from the other end.
"Mo Jun, where the heck have you died off to, why haven't you come home yet? Hurry back and apologize to your father, tell him you won't make him angry anymore. Do you hear me? Otherwise, if you don't come back, I will disown you as my daughter!"
"You called just to say this?"
"What else would I say? Mo Jun, are you trying to kill your mother? You're so disobedient, how can I stand in this family? For your mom's sake, you shouldn't be so rebellious. I've worked so hard to raise you, where has your conscience gone?" Zhang Qin accused her, filled with pain and exasperation.
She thought she was still dealing with the old Mo Jun. As long as she played a little bit of the sympathy card, Mo Jun would soften up.
Heh, her softness in the past was all because she saw her as kin.
For those she cared about, indeed, she could endure anything.
