Author's POV:
It was Chen Xinyi's turn to go deathly pale as her daughter's diatribe escalated to intolerable new heights. Because seated just across from Yangyao was none other than Song Hao's wife, Zhao Yujie. And the supercilious glint in the other woman's eyes broadcasted her unvarnished enjoyment of the proceedings in no uncertain terms.
"My, my...such a foul-mouthed little dove this one is," Zhao Yujie crooned with patent insincerity, raking her blatant appraisal over Yangyao's quivering form. "Though I can hardly feign surprise at these outbursts given her disgraced mother's...inauspicious breeding background."
Yangyao recoiled as if struck, the awful implication behind Yujie's sneering barb visibly landing like a mortal blow. Chen Xinyi felt desperation rising like acid in her throat.
