"Serves you right, you reap what you sow."
Yang Yuran couldn't hold back her glee and clapped her hands in delight.
Caught by Mrs. Yang's sidelong glare, she immediately turned into a quail, lips pressed tight, struggling to hold back her laughter.
Recalling the crying and pleading she overheard while passing through the garden, Yang Yuran figured out Bai Yan's latest scheme.
She was very aware of Mrs. Yang's benevolent nature; some walls you just can't force her to bump into—her own mother simply doesn't know when to turn back.
Feeling particularly sorry for herself, she struggled to stifle her laughter and the urge to expose Bai Yan and her daughter's malice.
