Jiang Man's brows were deeply furrowed, her expression one of impatience.
She was sparing with her words, her cold gaze piercing her birth mother, "Scram!"
She enunciated the word heavily, laced with palpable intent to kill.
Hu Fangqin was startled, her body trembling violently all of a sudden, then she immediately let go and subconsciously stepped back.
She had thought that with the advantage of numbers, Jiang Man would back down.
But to her surprise, regardless of whether there were many or few people, that temper was the same as always.
"She's your mother, your own mother. Is it appropriate for you to be so fierce with her? Besides, as your parents, we've taught you about filial piety and brotherly love. If you don't wish to learn, so be it. 'A child's failure to learn is the parent's fault.' Blame me if you must, but don't bully your mother!" Jiang Yueping took on the guise of a good father and husband, pulling Hu Fangqin behind him while taking a step forward himself.
