Yang Anshi stood there, mouth agape and arm raised, stunned. After a while, she finally lowered her arm, the force had diminished significantly, not continuing to shake the dust off the bed, and her mouth snapped shut, looking at Yang Peili in disbelief, "Yang Peili, I've given you children..."
"Anshi, I'm warning you for the last time, stop causing trouble." Yang Peili suddenly reached out and snatched the broomstick from Yang Anshi's hand and threw it aside, "If you want to stay in the Yang Family, then be honest, if you still want to behave like before, then go back to your An Family... Look at what you've turned the children into."
Yang Anshi's face twitched slightly, but she ultimately said nothing more and drooped her eyelids. She really wanted to say, are the children just hers? Unfortunately, she dared not say anything now; if she was divorced, her only option would be to jump into the river, and the An Family wouldn't even let her through their doors.
