The pain in his arm brought Wang Peiling back to his senses.
Wang Peiling's bewildered eyes refocused, falling upon her face, "What did you say?"
Mother Wang held her head, asking irritably, "How are things going with that Yue Yaer?"
"We broke up," Wang Peiling said woodenly. "I saw a man… that man likes her…"
Wang Peiling looked at Mother Wang, "Didn't you always say that she comes from poverty and isn't good enough for our family?"
"Exactly!" Mother Wang, still fuming that Wang Peiling hadn't brought Yue Yaer to apologize, was full of resentment, "Didn't you yourself say that her parents are deceased, her grandfather is gone, she's working as a school doctor at a noble school, has no house or property in Beijing, living at a friend's house, and the inheritance left by her parents abroad was given to her uncle and aunt, leaving her with nothing? Isn't this what you said?"
