Ji Zhihan strode toward Shen Feichi, his expression grim.
His voice carried a complaint, "What exactly do you want? Will you only be satisfied if you drive me and Shen Feichi out of this house?!"
Lin Lanzhi grew even angrier at her son's words, "Ji Zhihan, Shen Feichi fell on his own, why are you losing your temper at me!"
"Zhihan, don't argue with Mom anymore. I really did fall by myself—it had nothing to do with her. You're getting agitated over it. Don't fight because of me; I would feel terrible," Shen Feichi said pitifully, tugging at Ji Zhihan's clothing.
"Shut up!" Lin Lanzhi glared at Shen Feichi's act of playing pitiful, wishing she could slap her across the face, "Who asked for your opinion in a conversation between me and my son? What are you anyway!"
"Enough!" Ji Zhihan's voice was loud.
That one word shocked Lin Lanzhi.
Her son had never shown her such anger before.
