The two of them chimed in together, making Zeng Lan's face flush bright red. She wanted to talk back, but had no idea how to respond.
*There was some anger in her heart, but she dared not do anything about it.*
"You don't know, that old guy who picks up shit is just like some old piece of trash, ugly and ancient," she said, glancing at Zeng Lan as she smiled, "Would Junior Sister Zeng be mad if I said this?
If that really was your mother, I'd have to apologize to you—so is it, or not?"
There was fire in Zeng Lan's eyes.
*If she admitted it, they'd only go further.*
*If she ran into them again, she'd just be in trouble once more.*
But…
*Letting them talk like this made her furious inside.*
*If she tried to argue, she'd lose. If she tried to fight, her body was already riddled with wounds and she was no match.*
*For a moment, she felt a wave of despair.*
*She couldn't do a damn thing.*
*If she did anything at all, her mother would just end up in worse trouble.*