Shen Hanqian's question was still relatively polite, but in her heart, she thought: Seriously, what's up with Mom lately? Not sleeping in the middle of the night is one thing, but crouching outside someone's door?
Why even bother listening to that? Isn't that just asking for trouble? Isn't it uncomfortable? Isn't it mortifying?
Shen's mother's face was even redder than Shen Hanqian's as she retorted furiously, "Who wants to hear you screaming about whatever nonsense?"
"If you weren't eavesdropping, then how would you even know?" Shen Hanqian never looked for faults in herself. When she was at home, this was just how she was—every mistake was someone else's fault, never hers!