"How come it's not important anymore? Lu Qingyi, I am your mother."
Yao Meishu angrily flipped the bag in her hand onto the chair, then rudely flipped the table, causing all the dishes to fall to the ground and break the plates.
Lu Qingyi looked at the mess all over the floor, and her eyes turned cold. She swiftly stood up and kicked the chair away.
"Yes, you're my mother, I carry your blood. But what does that matter?"
Lu Qingyi's gaze was icy as she looked at Yao Meishu.
If it weren't for Yao Meishu being her mother, how could Yao Meishu possibly be standing in front of her unscathed?
"Did you raise me? Did you ever care about me? Do you know my favorite dish? Do you know I'm allergic to shrimp? Do you know my favorite fruit? Do you even know how tall I am?"
Lu Qingyi stepped on the chair and fired off a series of questions with a hint of mockery, and coldly looked at Yao Meishu.
Yao Meishu was left speechless, she didn't know any of the answers to Lu Qingyi's questions.
