Although Ning Xia often cried at the top of her lungs at Bo Siyan, those were all pretend tears. This time, however, she was genuinely, overwhelmingly aggrieved, with her face contorted in distress.
While sobbing, she didn't forget to berate the little tyrant, "You say I like to talk nonsense, but would I have to play the fool if you weren't so mean to me, threatening to feed me bullets left and right? What did baby ever do to you? If I hadn't saved your life, you would have drowned and become a ghost by now, yet you still dare to act all high and mighty? You're an ungrateful, cold-hearted, cruel bastard. Bullying me, I'm so innocent, cute, kind, and beautiful. You're definitely cursed to have no son to carry on your family line and doomed to go to hell eighteen times over!"
"Have you had enough?"
A chilly voice tinged with frost cut through, and just as Ning Xia was engulfed in her sorrow, she replied without thinking, "No, I haven't had enough!"
"Then keep going."
Huh...
