"Beep, beep." The beeping sound from the other end of the phone almost made Xiang Yazhi smash it in anger.
Just as Mrs. Xiang saw this scene, she walked in with a stern face and said, "Yazhi, do you have any sense?"
Mrs. Xiang raised her hand and slapped her, saying, "What does it matter if Qingqing's origins are discovered? At least there's Qingyang, right? But you, you did the stupidest thing, can you really rely on that Shen guy?"
"Mom, why can't I rely on Cousin?" Xiang Yazhi retorted defiantly, "That ungrateful ingrate, Mom, now that Qingqing has been kicked out of the Lian Family, what about her marriage in the future?"
"Ha, no matter how ungrateful he is, he's still your son in name. I always told you to care more for him, but you never listened. See what happened now?" Mrs. Xiang looked at Xiang Yazhi with a sense of disappointment.
