Mrs. Shen's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Lu Heyan, "Heyan, how can you speak to me like this?"
"How should I speak to you, then?" Lu Heyan coldly retorted.
Mrs. Shen was taken aback, looking at Lu Heyan, realizing that he had always been protective of Weilan.
Unable to bear it, she said, "You're disrespecting me just for her sake? I'm an elder who has watched you grow up; how can you speak to me like this?"
Lu Heyan's deep-set eyes narrowed, and suddenly, the air around them became terrifyingly cold and severe.
In the face of Mrs. Shen's questioning, Lu Heyan huffed, "Aunt, you couldn't even watch over your own daughter as she grew up. How can I trust someone who invokes watching over me growing up just to curry favor?"
Mrs. Shen felt Lu Heyan's hostility.
She glared fiercely at Weilan.
Weilan, faced with Mrs. Shen's attitude, felt an indescribable frustration.
How could she have such a mother?
"You're treating me with such hostility just for her, a jinx?"
