"Are you still trying to fool me? Do you really think your mother has gone senile? If you don't have a boyfriend, then what exactly is going on?" Zhao's mother asked sternly.
She didn't believe her daughter hadn't been wronged; she thought that Zhao Mengmeng just didn't want to tell her the truth.
Was this child afraid that her own mother would despise her, or was she afraid of worrying her?
Zhao's mother's tears came flooding out, suddenly falling, and Zhao Mengmeng was dumbfounded by the sight.
"Mom, don't cry, please!" Zhao Mengmeng panicked.
Although the situation with Pei Chenyang was somewhat unexpected, she wasn't as wronged as her mother imagined. It was like being nibbled by a dog.
Clearly, her mother was overthinking, imagining all sorts of things.
And none of them were good.
"You heartless girl, something so big happened, and you didn't tell your parents. You kept it bottled up inside; isn't that why you fell sick? Tell me who that man is, quickly!"
