Yan Ruoting's hands were swatted away, leaving her somewhat stiff. Mingyu ignored her and pulled himself to the table to sit down. Ruoting tried to sit next to him, but he turned his body and sat on one chair, while placing his legs on another, resolutely keeping Ruoting from sitting by his side.
"Selling me off and still trying to play the good part?"
Ruoting felt embarrassed and glared at Su Xiaoyue, lowering her voice to reproach her, "You deliberately brought Mingyu here, didn't you?"—just to make her own son completely give up on her.
"I wanted to follow. What, you're about to sell me off, and I can't come to see how much I'm worth?" With his ears keenly attuned, Mingyu overheard Yan Ruoting's accusation against Su Xiaoyue and immediately retorted with no courtesy.
His crisp rebuttal was laced with irony, and it faintly carried his pain, but Yan Ruoting could not discern it.
"Mingyu, Mom didn't... "
