Mi Xiaotao yanked Zhu Chenghui's wrist hard. She'd rushed downstairs as fast as she could, and he had still almost managed to hurt Mi Xiurong.
Her face was full of rage. "Zhu Chenghui, what gives you the right to hit my mom? My mom doesn't owe you a damn thing!"
"Mi Xiaotao, you're my daughter, aren't you? How dare you call me by my full name like that? You've got no respect for your elders at all!"
Zhu Chenghui's wrist hurt from Mi Xiaotao's grip. He jerked hard and shook off her hand.
Mi Xiaotao's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Zhu Chenghui, your daughter is Zhu Moli. I'm not blessed enough to be your daughter!"
"You…"
Zhu Chenghui was choked by her words and suddenly didn't know how to respond.
Mi Xiaotao glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm warning you, don't you dare come harassing my mom again! Otherwise, the consequences won't be something you can afford to bear!"
"Mi Xiaotao, that wonderful husband of yours has made it so I can't get by anywhere now!"
