Yigol Novak didn't indulge her either, and spoke sharply without hesitation.
He was quite curious just now, seeing that the young girl looked young, how every sentence seemed to be a trap, trying to get someone to buy her flowers. Now he sees, there must be a reason.
With such a mother, it's no wonder that she could say those things and do those things.
"He's my son, I can discipline him however I want, what's it to you?" the woman shouted back angrily.
People like her are usually filled with incomprehensible self-confidence, believing that they are powerful, that what they say and do is right, not allowing others to question or refute, let alone Yigol who scolded so directly.
"Sure, it's your business how you discipline your son, but why drag me and my wife in? I was unjustly mocked and ridiculed by you, can I not refute you?"
