Mrs. Shen's face was ashen, her complexion alternating between green and red. Apart from pointing at Jiang Chenyue shakily and repeatedly uttering 'you, you, you...', she had no idea how to trade insults with Jiang Chenyue.
After all, esteemed ladies of their rank rarely speak plainly; every sentence twists and turns thrice for fear of offending someone.
"Yan is my daughter. You've never respected her from the start, yet you have the audacity to tell me you respect us and hope we respect you. Ridiculous, isn't it?"
Old Madame Shen watched Mrs. Shen fumble without forming a coherent defense, and thus had to speak up herself, "Madame Chu, we didn't disrespect Rong; we were just being considerate..."
