After a long while, Qin Man finally stood up from the ground, grabbed her handbag, and stepped out of the door. She didn't even bother looking back. If Yao Yuan wanted it this way, then so be it.
However, just as she was about to reach for the door handle, she heard a knock.
"Who is it?" she snapped. "Get lost!"
"I—It's me, Mom." Yao Ran's hesitant voice echoed from the other side of the door.
Despite hearing her daughter's voice, Qin Man's mood still didn't improve. Instead, she threw the door open and stalked down the corridor, completely ignoring the young woman behind her.
As soon as they had reached their home, all hell broke loose. Qin Man finally turned around to look at her. Her fists were clenched, and her cheeks were flushed.
