Wen Xiangyang felt her heart jump twice in fright due to Mu Lingqian's imposing voice and attitude. She shrank her neck and spoke timidly, quieter than a mosquito's buzzing, "The medicine is really hard to drink, and I'm not sick. Why do you want me to take it?"
Upon hearing Wen Xiangyang stubbornly refusing to take the medicine and pretending to be wronged, Mu Lingqian lifted her chin, looking at the petite woman before him. His voice, laced with indomitable authority, asserted, "If I say drink, you drink. What's with all the gibberish!"
"Mu Lingqian, what gives you the right to be rude to me! I won't drink it!" Wen Xiangyang's temper flared up. Mu Lingqian had been kind to her recently, but just as she finished dealing with her sister's affairs, he turned harsher and even scolded her.
She had given up on his financial support, so on what basis was he being harsh with her?