"What do you think you're doing?"
Su Yumei hadn't recognized Lin Mu and simply treated him as a nosy interloper. Pointing at him, she snarled, "I'm telling you, mind your own business!"
"My own business?" With eyes as sharp as blades, Lin Mu advanced toward Su Yumei. "My mother came to pay respects to her father," he said coldly. "That is a matter of basic human decency. As a daughter visiting her father's grave, it's a show of filial piety. And you want to stop her? What are your intentions?"
Lin Mu's words made the people around them nod in agreement; they all felt the young man was right.
Su Yumei's expression changed, and she snorted. "So you're the vile brat of that wretched woman, Su Rou. No wonder you're so ill-bred! Like mother, like son, indeed!"
Her words were like a sharp blade stabbing directly into his mother's heart.
