Recently, Yang Siru was already living on the edge of her nerves and had constantly been suppressing her anger. As Old Lady Shen pointed fingers and chided her, her fury welled up in an instant and she exploded with lividness. She retorted, "Mom, what do you mean by that? I'm not the reason Muzhong isn't coming home. It's not like you're not aware of it too. Nowadays, if I call him, he never picks up. Is that my fault?" Before this, Yang Siru would never dare to answer back defiantly. However, this house had been causing her endless frustration.
Witnessing Yang Siru behaving as such, Old Lady Shen's eyeballs were almost popping out of their sockets. She desperately wanted to hit Yang Siru with her walking stick. Throughout all these years, her youngest daughter-in-law had been respectful. When had she ever talked back to her before?
