"Juan 'er, what are you saying? After all, I'm your mother…"
"You still have the cheek to call yourself my mother? You're an old fart! When you were at home, you couldn't bear to part with this and that. You didn't even do any work and you were already in pain. Now that you're here, you don't feel the pain or itch anymore, right? You're so picky about me. Now that you see Su Xiuhe farting, you think it smells good, don't you?" Su Chanjuan scolded whatever was unpleasant to hear.
In any case, they had already shed all pretenses of cordiality. If they met again in the future, they would be enemies!
Now, she wanted to curse to her heart's content!
