Finally, Tang Wanjun could no longer bear it under the covers and threw off the quilt, sitting up.
His eyes filled with hatred as he glared at his mother.
"What on earth are you talking about? How can I have a mother like you? Can you compare yourself to Ye Que's parents? When have they ever looked down on people like you do?"
"Even if I break up with Qing Er, I won't accept any woman you introduce, so just give up on that idea!"
He was in a bad mood right now, so it was best for everyone to leave him alone, or else he wouldn't be merciful to anyone.
"Wanjun, I'm your mother. How can you compare me to Xue Rong?"
Shen Qiu was infuriated by Tang Wanjun's words and suddenly stood up, glaring at her son in bed as she retorted.
"How do you know they wouldn't be as opportunistic as your mom if it weren't for Chi Zaozao's background? Do you think they would accept a woman with nothing?"
