Old Madam Han did not want to be too harsh on Meng Yunhan, but when she thought about how this woman had caused trouble again and again, she could not help but beat her up. She threw down the broom and walked over to the dining table. When she saw the poor breakfast that was served on the table, she could not help but frown.
"Meng Yunhan." Old Madam Han turned and looked at the woman behind her. Though she did not say anything too harsh, her gaze alone was enough to make Meng Yunhan tremble.
"Yes, mother?" Meng Yunhan lowered her voice and squeaked softly. Even though she very much wanted to lose her temper with this old hag, she knew that she could not say anything to her at the moment.
Old Madam Han's expression was dark as she looked at Meng Yunhan. The sight of the untouched breakfast on the table only made her irritation worse.
