Wen Rufeng stared fiercely at An Ning, becoming more and more impassioned as she spoke, and increasingly angry.
And when An Ning heard these words, she bowed her head even lower.
How utterly disgraceful.
After speaking for a long time without any response, Wen Rufeng finally flew into a rage and charged at An Ning, forcefully grabbing her clothes and shaking her back and forth. "How could my son have married a woman like you back then? Do you have no shame?"
An Ning's delicate body was being pulled back and forth, and she finally couldn't bear it and cried out, "It hurts..."
"Chairman Wen, you have no right to treat her like this," Mo Ang grabbed his mother's hand, forcing her to let go.
"Ouch..." Wen Rufeng also cried out in pain, pitifully shaking her wrist.
Yu Feng quickly came to check on his wife. "Does it hurt a lot?"
