She rubbed her forehead, excusing herself to check the preparations for the midday feast, and took her eldest son and daughter with her.
In a place without guests, Mrs. Sang started berating her son and daughter harshly, "You two useless brats, how could you lose to Li Lixing? He's known to be a fool! Yet you lost to him? It's not your faces that are lost, it's your mother's face!"
The two children were scolded until their heads hung low, not daring to make a sound.
At this moment, Mr. Sang arrived.
Seeing his wife again scolding the children, he complained, "Why are you scolding the children again? They lost the competition, isn't it your responsibility? How do you usually teach the children?"
Mrs. Sang, enraged, clutched her chest and turned pale.
She was about to be driven to death by anger.
Five children, each required her teaching.
They needed to be well taught, but she was not an Immortal!
