In the evening, Ye Ling returned to her apartment and saw her mother standing outside the door in a rage. As she walked over to open the door, her mother suddenly slapped her face.
"Smack!" The sound of the slap echoed in the hallway.
Ye Ling's cheek burned with pain as she covered half of her face, looking at her mother in disbelief. "Mom, what are you doing? Are you only satisfied if you drive me to my death?"
"I drive you to your death?" Ye's mother was furious and argued, "I think you're trying to drive me to my death. Do you know how many people are eager to become Mrs. Sheng? But you're in that position and don't know how to cherish it. It really makes me angry."
Ye Ling took a deep breath and forced back the surging tears. "Whoever wants to be Mrs. Sheng can come and be her. I don't care."
