Every word, every sentence, felt like a knife stabbing into Guo Lan, the mother's heart, yet Liao Yamei still maintained that tone and demeanor of "I'm doing this for your own good."
"If Second Madam Shen doesn't know how to speak, then say less. The more you say, the more your face will fall to the ground for others to step on."
Rong Qingqing spoke calmly and slowly, "But you did say one thing right, the Shen Family is indeed used to keeping idlers, and if we talk about the idlest, it's you."
Liao Yamei had determined that Guo Lan's temper was at most the silent treatment, so she came here often over the past six months to pick on her.
Every time she saw Guo Lan angry, Liao Yamei felt particularly at ease.
But Liao Yamei didn't expect that the usually mild Rong Qingqing would be the first to pierce her with words while sitting there.
"Rong Qingqing, when did you become so ill-mannered? When elders speak, when is it your turn to interrupt?" Liao Yamei's face turned cold.
