Rage

"You have the audacity to ask me that? Don't tell me that you have already met with him on your own." Yang Meirong glared viciously at Huo Mian.

Huo Mian was at a loss for words. It was true that she had met with Qin Chu, even though it was unintentional.

But, her mother would never listen to her explain. Anything she could say right now would only make her mother angrier.

"Mom, get some rest. I'll come and see you tomorrow."

"I don't need your pity. If you have a sliver of shame left, don't ever come see me again. You would only make me die sooner, just like what you did to your Uncle Jing."

Her mother's mocking words sent a stabbing pain straight to Huo Mian's heart.

She had been blaming herself for Uncle Jing's death for seven years. Over these seven years, no one had been more bereft than her.

At this thought, she fell silent. Turning around, she pushed open the door and left.

"Sis, I'll walk you out."