"You—————," Guo Ying was about to say, "Isn't your mother here?" but the words choked in her throat and didn't come out.
As she turned her gaze toward Yang Shan, she realized that the mother Jiang Muwan referred to was not Yang Shan.
Jiang Muwan had a way of casting a chill over the room.
Even when speaking matter-of-factly, she had a knack for choosing the "best" words to plummet the atmosphere to its freezing point.
And Yang Shan?
The head she had just raised was once again crushed down by Jiang Muwan's foot, and this step was light and flimsy as if she hadn't exerted any force at all to the onlookers.
Really?
Not necessarily.
At this moment, the Ji Family found it inconvenient to open their mouths to relieve this awkward atmosphere.
And the Jiang Family members certainly could not speak recklessly.
If they agreed with her, they would undeniably be slapping Yang Shan in the face.
If they did not agree, who knows what Jiang Muwan might do next?
