A noblewoman draped in the most precious silver fox stole walked in and saw Yun Qingqing abusing the puppy.
She immediately knit her elegant, arc-shaped brows, looking at her reproachfully.
"Mom." Yun Qingqing pouted unhappily, disdainfully watching the pitiful little pet struggling under her hands, and sneered, "It's just a mangy dog that woman picked up from the outside, I hate looking at it. I want to pluck all its fur off."
The noblewoman, Yun Qingqing's mother, Mrs. Yun, heard her words, and a complex expression flashed across her deeply made-up eyes. She glanced at the dog with disdain and said indifferently.
"Let it go. Also, haven't I told you to call her Aunt Yuan? It's too disrespectful to call her 'that woman'."
"Mom..." Yun Qingqing whined.
"Listen and be good."
Yun Qingqing pouted and released the whining puppy, which dashed out of the room as if running for its life.
"Mom, you're too indulgent, too kind, do we really need to be so mindful of her feelings?"
