Seeing his sister sobbing, her face streaked with tears, Sheng Shiwen could only relent and go right the dining table.
He then started to clean up the bowls and chopsticks his sister had smashed on the floor. He was a man; he couldn't hold a grudge against his own little sister.
Mrs. Sheng, stunned by her daughter's actions, sat frozen in her chair, completely at a loss.
Sheng Yueyue saw her mother just sitting there, unnervingly still, not rushing to comfort her as she usually would.
This came as a huge blow, and she lashed out in uncontrollable rage. "Mom, aren't you the leader of the art troupe?
"You can't even keep your own husband in line! How are you supposed to lead the art troupe in their performances?
"Did Dad forget all about us, his wife and daughter, now that he has that ungrateful adopted girl?
"Tell me! Is he so bewitched by that ingrate that he's going to abandon our family?"
As Sheng Yueyue ranted, she grabbed a drinking glass and smashed it on the floor.
