"Mother." Yang Baixiang was even more uneasy now, having quickly chased out to block Yang Anshi's path. "What exactly is going on?"
"What's going on is none of your business. In short," Yang Anshi, waving her hand dismissively, spoke with a tone laced with grievance, "your mother has been worried sick about Dani and the others, I can't allow my own son to resent me all day long."
"Mother?" Yang Baixiang was all the more confused.
"Alright, stop dawdling, hurry back now. When things work out, you'll understand your mother's painstaking efforts..." Yang Anshi, waving her hand impatiently, saw that he still wouldn't budge and suddenly glared at him, "What's the matter? My words don't carry weight with you? Get back quickly, I shouldn't have told you, you're just an ingrate..."
Yang Baixiang dared not say anything more, and could only return to his own room filled with confusion.