"Why are you speaking like this? Why do you start cursing the moment you open your mouth?" A breathless, skinny woman rushed in from outside, her cheeks looking like they'd been brutally carved out with a knife, and the flesh on her face barely amounted to two ounces.
She wasn't tall, but she looked quite fierce. When she spoke, she first glared, hands on her hips, looking exactly like a shrew.
"Who are you?" An Ping asked.
"I'm his... mother!" The woman stood in front of Tian Hui, adopting a protective stance.
Seeing her, An Hao understood why An Hui was part of the An Family and yet when they met face to face, they seemed like strangers.
Turns out, he took after his mother!
"Hey, mom! Mom! Don't be so fierce, these are our relatives! We can't be too harsh with family!" An Hui quickly tried to calm his mother down.
