Old Mrs. Song didn't show any courtesy at all, "Whang Xiaoman, why are you looking at me with that kind of eye?
What, what I just said was wrong, wasn't it?
I'm warning you again, Whang Xiaoman, this is the Song family, not the Xia family. Zhu Feng might be willing to spoil you, but I sure as hell won't. Stop putting on airs in front of me, get out, get out right now. My home does not welcome you."
Whang Xiaoman, furious, hopped off the bed-stove and stood in the room with her hands on her hips.
"Aunt Song, you're going too far, no matter what, I am Little Nuan's great aunt, your eldest daughter-in-law's sister-in-law.
I know this is the Song family, but I've come back now, haven't I? I'm still one of the Xia family."
