Ye Ling was already in a bad mood; she no longer considered the person in front of her as her mother. But when an outsider says such things, Ye Ling could directly slap them across the face. Yet the person in front of her had a status, so she couldn't make a move.
"Since you hate me so much, why didn't you strangle me when I was born? Why use those manipulative words every day to belittle me? What good does that bring you? Or do you want to lose face, want people to talk behind your back? Just say so, then we can fight every day. If you don't want me in this house, then I'll go. When did I ever insist on staying here?" Ye Ling retorted furiously.
Bai Xue threw down the broom she held, "Ye Ling, don't think that just because you've graduated and found a good partner, you've got wings now. If I don't want to let you succeed, I have plenty of ways. You better behave; if you really provoke me, do you believe I can get you kicked out of the military?"
