Buying clothes, playing mahjong?
Sun Qing's face turned from green to white as her eyes swept over Wu Qing, who sat obediently by her side in a way that was maddening. She felt increasingly that her mother was letting her down, embarrassing her thoroughly. In that moment, she beat her chest and stomped her feet in frustration.
"Mom, how could you take other people's things?"
"Go away! How could my son-in-law be considered an outsider?"
Sun Qing knew that facing off against her outrageous mother was like arguing with a soldier as a scholar, where reasonable words couldn't make things clear. Convincing her was futile even if they argued until the next morning. Left with no choice but to swallow her anger, she suddenly stood up, glaring viciously at Wu Qing, and said firmly.
"Wu Qing, please step outside for a moment, I have something to say to you!"
