"Seo Zhenzhen, stop right there." Guo Cuihua stepped out of the hospital room, her expression severe, "Clarify your words—how did Zhiwei slander you?"
Seo Zhenzhen bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears, "Auntie…"
Guo Cuihua's tone was harsh, "I don't know what you said to Cheng Shang that made him throw a temper tantrum while both my daughters lie injured in bed. I don't want to pursue it, but I do hope you'll try to stay away from my family from now on."
The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.
Cheng Shang expressed his dissatisfaction with Guo Cuihua's words: "What do you mean by that? If Cheng Zhiwei has done something wrong, she's in the wrong. Why are you blaming Zhenzhen?"
Guo Cuihua took a deep breath; she had always been gentle, and had been accommodating Cheng Shang's temper throughout their many years of marriage.
This was the first time she stood up to Cheng Shang with a cold eye.
