Wang Lan trembled with anger, her voice shaking as she demanded, "What do you mean by that?"
Song Ling replied coldly, "Exactly what you're thinking. I prefer peace and quiet, and I just want to heal in tranquility. I hope you won't bring any more troublesome people to see me. I want to sleep now, please leave."
Confronted with Song Ling's firm eviction, Wang Lan's eyes widened in disbelief. "I am your mother, and you're kicking me out? You..."
Song Ling signaled Zhao Xuan with a glance.
Zhao Xuan quickly stepped forward, "President Song is tired. I'll escort you out."
Though Wang Lan and Sheng Xin outnumbered Zhao Xuan, they couldn't overpower a burly man. Eventually, they found themselves shut outside the door.
Wang Lan, kicking the door in frustration, yelled, "You ungrateful child, I am your mother! How can you treat me like this!"
