"Darling, is this essential?" asked a middle-aged woman sitting on the bed and looking at a young woman picking and dropping clothes with a frown.
The young woman, without turning her head, responded, "Mom! If I don't look my best, that scheming vixen will definitely look down on me!" her tone was indignant and a frown on her face.
The middle-aged woman smiled knowingly as she looked at her daughter and retorted, "Portia, you like her, don't you?" asking teasingly at this yandere daughter of hers.
Upon hearing that, Portia turned her head furiously at her mother and began retorting. "Mom! How can I like her? She humiliated me, slapped me in public, and made me do so many embarrassing things. How can I like her?" her fists clenched and teeth gritted, reluctant to admit such a remark.
'Who likes her?'
