"I... I don't need verification," Mrs. Lu's voice faltered, "I know what my son is like, and you're not going to take this opportunity to latch onto him. A dirty, broken-down thing like you, even if I offered you to my son, he wouldn't want you."
Dirty, broken-down?
Sang Qian felt there was something more to Mrs. Lu's words, she leaned in to grab Mrs. Lu's collar, "Explain yourself, where am I dirty, where am I broken down?"
"What... what are you trying to do?" Mrs. Lu looked at the cold gaze of Sang Qian, her spine inexplicably chilled. The former Sang Qian was meek and easily bullied, even when slapped she would just cry in silence, when had she ever been so fierce?
Sang Qian pushed Mrs. Lu into the seat behind her, "Have you forgotten what you did to me all those years ago?"
Mrs. Lu's face turned frantic, "You... you're not Sang Qian."
The appearance of a person could change, but not the temperament and the eyes, not to this extent.
