Mrs. Shen, in a fit of anger, hurried a few steps to catch up with Shen Weilan, grabbing her wrist, and chastised in a low voice, "How can you be so heartless? I am your mother, and she is your sister; cursing Shen Lu like this is too much."
Weilan furrowed her brows, looking puzzled at her mother and retorted, "Then what do you think is not too much?"
Mrs. Shen was taken aback: "...."
Weilan didn't want to entangle further, pulled her mother's hand away, and tugged at her lips, "You don't like what I say, and I apologize if it's wrong, can I go now?"
Her tone was exceptionally cold, so frigid it could freeze one's marrow.
Mrs. Shen opened her mouth, rendered speechless.
Weilan wanted to leave, but Mrs. Shen clutched at her, refusing to let go.
Without struggling, Weilan said coldly, "So if I pull away from you, will you say I'm disrespecting you again? I want to ask, dear mother, can you let go? I need to go home."
