Qin Meifen's face turned pale, her eyes twitching as she met Weilan's gaze.
Weilan did not back down, even offering a calm, slight smile as she spoke, "Auntie Fen, I'm quite curious, on what basis do you say that I am being excessive?"
Qin Meifen stared intently at Weilan, her eyes burning with a fiery hue.
That was the light of anger.
"Weilan, does it break your father's heart every time you bring up Hechen?" Finally, Qin Meifen's gaze shifted as she repressed the fury in her eyes, speaking deliberately, "Why would you rub salt into your father's wound?"
With a quiet laugh in her heart, Weilan replied, "Auntie Fen, I really had no choice."
Qin Meifen clenched her teeth, holding back.
"If I don't rub salt on my dad's wounds, there will be those who rub salt on mine," Weilan continued.
Qin Meifen's complexion turned even paler.
