Lady Pan Fan cursed again, "You caused the death of my son! Our son's hall has been arranged for so many days, and you couldn't even bother to visit. Not to mention that you didn't even send him off when his funeral procession set out this morning! I have never seen anyone as heartless as you!"
An Jing sneered, "You blame us after you were the one who dropped and killed your own son? Don't think we don't know—it's already been spread around. It's one thing to have accidentally killed your son, but to turn around and blame us for being heartless? That's just absurd."
Lady Pan Fan could not understand what An Jing meant by "absurd" in her last sentence, but she could tell it was certainly not a compliment. In a sudden burst of fury, her finger pointed at An Jing began to tremble with indignation.
