"You're lying—" Mrs. Shen became hysterical immediately, her roar thunderous.
Sweat broke out on Shen Tianming's forehead again.
Weilan, however, reacted calmly and said in a deep voice, "Since you think I'm lying, why bother asking me?"
"You—" Mrs. Shen pointed at Weilan, "Swear, swear to me and I'll believe what you say."
Weilan chuckled coldly, "I don't need to make an oath to you. With the way you're treating me, what do your problems have to do with me? I'd be glad to see you and your husband in turmoil. Miss Yao is the other woman, sure, young and beautiful, with a career no less, far better than a full-time housewife like you. Other than being irrational and hysterical, what else can you do?"
"No, you're too cruel, you're being deliberately cryptic, you're purposely destroying my relationship with your father," Mrs. Shen shook her head.
