The old lady looked at her, once again the spitting image of the fearsome goddess of war, trembling uncontrollably in midair.
"You don't care about the second branch of the family being destroyed, but the moment you hear that two servant girls were beaten, you act like you're fighting for their lives, Sun Qinglian, oh Sun Qinglian, your elbow is definitely turning inwards!"
Yan Wanqing, seeing her mother defending her, immediately retorted with a cold laugh, "If the elbow does not turn inward, should it turn outward? Even the old lady knows to seek shelter from the rain."
If the old lady wouldn't run home in the rain, then she must be a fool.
The old lady was so angry she gasped for breath, "Evil obstacle! I should have beaten you to death back then!"
Those words struck a painful nerve in Sun Qinglian.
