Wang Zimei arrogantly looked at Ye Xingguang with scorn, her voice dripping with disdain: "You're not here to apologize. Are you here to intimidate us again? Little girl, don't think that being the official wife of Ye Junqing gives you the privilege to do whatever you please. You don't have the capability to show off in front of us!"
She wouldn't forgive this girl today unless she was taught a harsh lesson. Did she really think that she could push her daughter away so easily?
"Is that so?"
Ye Xingguang, half-closing her eyes, ignored her mother's contempt. She pushed open the door to the ward.
In the hospital room, Xia Wealth was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Seeing the audacious girl coming in, he put down the newspaper and scolded, "Who allowed you to come in! You have no manners at all!"
"If you think I have no manners, then bear with it. My manners don't permit me to respect someone like you."