"Hi, not-so-beautiful Auntie! Can you lower your tone a little when you speak? You're like that showing everyone your old cheek jaws even more! I can tell from your face that you are not young anymore, Aunt. Hmm… you must be in your thirties if I'm not mistaken!"
Sunny's words couldn't even be filtered first. Discussing the problem of facial structure and age in a woman is the saddest thing and the most powerful tactic to hurt a woman's heart, and Sunny has already done that.
"Try to speak more softly so that the wrinkles on your face don't become more obvious, Aunty! Your thick make-up doesn't even cover it and emphasizes the lines even more!"
The arrogant woman seemed petrified not being able to answer Sunny's words and had to swallow the soft insult that pierced her.
"You asked who this person beside me was, didn't you? He's my uncle, he's my mommy's older brother. But... who am I?"
