They Continued Fighting

"Ah Hao, please calm down," Xia Jingshu said as she tugged at her son's sleeve. She could tell that her son had already reached the limits of his patience. If Han Qing continued on her angry tirade, she knew that there was a possibility that her son might hit her. 

"Look, your son even wanted to hit me," Han Qing said with a cold laugh. Her complexion was pale. She was no fool and she could tell that Ye Hao had wanted to hit her earlier.

Xia Jingshu shot Han Qing a warning look and said, "That's enough. Don't forget whose home you're currently in. Don't go too far with your words." 

Xia Jingshu had reached the end of her tether. She was still alive and kicking, so she could not stand someone else calling her son a bastard.