"You waster, we raised you like this, and this is how you repay me now?"
"Where's the money I asked for? Where did you squander it all?"
Wen Mian had rested all afternoon, but as evening approached, the noise from outside interrupted her leisure.
The woman instinctively opened her eyes, yet the noise outside kept growing louder.
It seemed to already be at the door of Wen Mian's ward, as if the quarreling was right beside her ear.
"Enough, this is a public place. Why don't you take it outside?"
"I'm talking to my own daughter, what's it to you? Shang Meijuan, oh, Shang Meijuan, we spent so much money to raise you, and you? Not a penny of it came back, and to top it off, this is the result you ended up with."
Shang Meijuan?
In her haze, Wen Mian seemed to catch someone mentioning Shang Meijuan's name.
She instinctively gasped in a breath of cold air, her gaze changing with it.
Why were they mentioning Shang Meijuan outside?
