Bai Meiyue raised her voice and slammed her fist on the table. She eyed the man in front of her with a hint of disgust. "Xiao Chenye, I was willing to talk to you because I thought you were sensible, but it seemed like I overestimated you. What do you mean by that? Just because I am related to Bai Wenxuan, I am supposed to swallow all of your lady's tantrums?"
"First of all, even if I am related to Bai Wenxuan, neither of us has seen or met with one another. Secondly, even if we are related, my mom is yet to be accepted in the Bai family. Let me ask you, have the fake daughter and her children been dealt with? You are quick to ask for a favour from me by using the relationship, but tell me, has anything been done to give my mother an explanation?"
