Whitney Lynch was so enraged her face flushed: "Did you hear me speaking?"
Tiana Thorne finally looked up at her with a languid, cocky tone: "The braised pork trotters at lunch today didn't taste that good. You're getting more and more careless with cooking."
"You're becoming increasingly disrespectful. Who do you think you are? Is the man outside your lover?"
Tiana's beautiful fox-like eyes carried a hint of coldness, like the frost on a winter morning. Her lips curved into a smile as she slowly looked at her, "Whitney, do you know what my bottom line is?"
Under her gaze, Whitney felt a chill down her spine but was more concerned about her disrespect: "You actually call me by my name? I'm your mother!"
Tiana fiddled with the teacup in her hand, speaking in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you didn't know before, just make sure you don't make the mistake again in the future. Remember, you can come at me for anything, but don't insult my friends."
