Zhao Xiaohua looked at Meng Yao in disbelief, while Meng Yao remained expressionless.
"You're not my mom; my mom wouldn't do this to me!" Zhao Xiaohua cried out loudly as she shouted.
Meng Yao sneered, "Do you think I want to be your mom?"
If it weren't necessary, who would want to give up air conditioning, computers, and phones and come here?
"When you do something wrong, you have to admit it and correct it, not avoid it. You must say, it was Xiaoshu who agreed, but did Xiaoshu know it would hurt this much?" Meng Yao said mercilessly.
"I scold you a little, and you're already feeling wronged and crying and making a fuss. What about Xiaoshu?"
"Zhao Xiaohua, a person can't be so selfish!"
Zhao Xiaoshu seemed a bit uneasy, looking at Meng Yao and then at Zhao Xiaohua, "Mom, it didn't hurt that much!"
