Hearing her words, Mu Beiting not only didn't get angry, but instead curled his lips and sneered, "If you have the ability, get the old man to speak personally, otherwise, get lost!"
"You... You don't think I'll be afraid of you just because you mention the old man! I'm telling you, even if you're favored now, you're nothing but a bastard, a bastard born to a prostitute! If Rufeng's dad hadn't died, do you think you'd still have the right to stand here? The reason you're able to stand here is thanks to me. If it weren't for me agreeing to bring you back for the old man, you'd have died outside with your shameless mother! You're just a bastard nobody cares about, wasting food alive, taking up space dead!" Mu Mother, her face with delicate makeup like a palette, changed colors as she cursed more viciously with each word.
