Feng Lan cast a sharp, venomous glance directly at Qiao Meixia before addressing the room. "Well, he probably just does not feel like sharing a table or breathing the same air as certain ungrateful people."
"Mom, why do you constantly feel the need to start an unnecessary fight?" Jiang Suhan sighed deeply, his face darkening the instant he caught his mother's glare.
He knew precisely what, and who, his mother was implying. There was zero subtlety left in her passive-aggressive digs when her target was sitting right across the table.
"I am simply stating my honest thoughts out loud." Feng Lan snapped back defensively, refusing to own up to her deliberate cruelty.
"Mom, if you are genuinely that desperate to know why Chinan is hiding upstairs, I can easily march up to his room, drag him down by his collar, and ask him directly." Jiang Suhan offered in a cold, steady tone.
