At this moment, there was an uncontrollable look of disdain and impatience in Xie Yumian's eyes.
Just then, Lv Cuiping, who had just been able to get out of bed, not noticing her expression, walked over with a pot of chicken soup floating with oil, and placed it directly on Xie Yumian's desk.
"What are you doing! This is my desk! How can you put these things on it!"
Lv Cuiping was taken aback.
"What's wrong? Isn't the table for putting things on? You're being so disrespectful now, just like your brother, yelling at me!"
Xie Yumian was no longer the sensible and generous person she used to be. She had suppressed her feelings outside and was unwilling to continue enduring it at home. She picked up the entire pot of chicken soup and threw it away.
The chicken soup spilled everywhere, and the metal pot clattered to the ground, further agitating the already nervous mother and daughter.
