Wei An's forehead vein throbbed uncontrollably, his lowered face twisted frightfully. He clenched his fists tightly, restraining himself from rushing forward to stab Tang Lan to death.
The damn nuisance of a woman.
"Auntie," Wei An suddenly screamed in agony, accusatorily, "You're my elder. How could you not help me by talking to my mom, let alone stirring up trouble between us? What are your intentions?"
Tang Lan was stunned, staring at Wei An as if she was seeing him for the first time.
Wei An... when did Wei An become so sharp, so... scheming?
"Auntie, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I used to respect you so much." Wei An's face was full of accusation and disappointment towards Tang Lan. "I am my mother's son. What's your purpose in trying to destroy our mother-son relationship?"