Perhaps because Lady Zhang and Lian Manman were both there, it gave Lian Yeye an added courage.
"Mom, you've forgotten yourself, the soy sauce bowl was the one you took out when you went to search through the cabinet, and placed outside, not put away—it wasn't my mother's doing. I saw it from the doorway," Lian Yeye said loudly, her fists clenched, as she spoke the truth.
"What did you say?" Lady Zhou immediately flew into a rage, her bottom sitting on the edge of the brick bed, one foot on the ground, her finger almost poking Lian Yeye's face, "You little wretch, you're getting worse and worse, now you've even learned to lie. You dare to pin the things you did on me, is there no justice left?"
"I'm not lying," Lian Yeye retorted stubbornly.
"Yeye, stop talking," scared, Lady Zhao kept signaling Lian Yeye with her eyes, telling her to stop talking.
