Qiao Qianmo was still crying, but Ou Mama's slightly raised voice silenced her, "Enough!"
Qiao Qianmo froze mid-motion, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes as she looked at Ou Mama in disbelief.
"You're still crying? What do you have to cry about? The one who truly deserves to cry, shouldn't it be Xia Xiyan, who's still lying in bed because of you?!" Ou Mama glared furiously at Qiao Qianmo, pointing one hand toward Xiyan who was behind her.
Qiao Qianmo's lips moved slightly, "Auntie..."
"Don't call me Auntie!" Ou Mama closed her eyes.
At this moment, she felt completely humiliated.
She had put so much trust in Qiao Qianmo, believing in this child who had always appeared so innocent and pure.
But after just a year abroad, how could everything have changed so drastically upon her return?
She had been made a fool of by a young girl, despite being over forty years old!
