Ye Duowei chimed in from the side, "Grandma, look, my aunt is so cruel. How can I go out and face people with my face like this?
The day after tomorrow is my birthday. How am I supposed to host a party?" If her friends saw her like this, she might as well stop trying to hang out with them forever.
"Then don't have one this year! Host it next year instead! Weiwei, you're old enough to grow up! You can't keep throwing tantrums like a little kid! Just look at you before…" Mrs. Tian Sr. saw the pleading look in Weiwei's eyes, asking her not to continue, and she left the words unsaid.
The scene back then—forget her daughter being seething with anger—she herself had nearly fainted from rage.
What kind of child is this? Not only did she smash that precious blue-and-white porcelain vase, but she also deliberately stomped on all the jewelry Yaruo had just bought her. How did she never see her behaving this way before?
