"How do you want me to address you?"
Chu Yao sat down, leaned forward with one hand supporting her cheek, smiling yet not smiling, "Should I still call you mother, would you dare to respond?"
Mrs. Mo's face instantly darkened to its limits, "You're so out of line, what do you think this place is!"
Chu Yao lifted her gaze indifferently, "I know, the Mo Family, a distinguished household."
She leaned back, raising her eyebrows, and with a sneering tone said, "You know better than I do how many sordid affairs happen in wealthy families, men can't control their lower halves, women can't control their men, gleaming on the outside but rotten on the inside. This kind of person is commonplace in distinguished households, you've seen more than I have, right?"
"Chu Yao!"
Mrs. Mo slammed the table, stood up, and pointed at her nose as if she was about to curse her out, but upon catching sight of Mo Tingshen entering from the doorway, her hand trembled and she held back.
