The voice paused for a moment, then Xi Xilan continued to scold, "You only know how to spend money on clothes without knowing how to earn money. How did I raise such a wasteful daughter?"
"Have you had enough of scolding? Aren't you tired of saying the same things every day? Even if you're not tired, I am." An Yuya replied with an indifferent and impatient look.
She truly felt that ever since this woman was forced out of Nanqi Group, her temper had been increasingly explosive. She wondered if it was because of menopause, which made her more and more annoying.
An Yuya didn't bother to hide the disgust in her eyes, and Xi Xilan saw it clearly, instantly becoming furious: "You little brat, you eat my food, drink what I provide, and yet you look at me with such eyes. You must be tired of living!"
An Yuya's temper flared up too, immediately retorting, "Yes, yes, tired of living, I've been tired for a long time, did you just realize?"
