When Mrs. Murong heard this, she immediately laughed out of anger and sat up on the bed.
She glared at the man with a face full of accusations.
"Murong Hong, can't you have some dignity? You're already so old. Don't treat others as fools, okay? Which young man would hug his sister like that? Not to mention, are the two of you related by blood?"
"Forget it. Don't dirty the word 'sister'. Don't disgust me!" she thought.
"Also, I didn't take your precious baby away from you. If you can't bear to part with her, hurry up and go to her house! I won't stop you. But, Murong Hong, you better remember this. If you let your trivial matter affect my son, don't blame me for being rude."
Murong Hong was flustered and exasperated by this ridicule. He retorted, "You... This is simply unreasonable and too vicious. Let me tell you again, Zhu Jing and I are only siblings. Don't randomly put these ridiculous labels on us."
