A Temperamental Mother

The world of a goddess could only be looked at from afar and never defiled.

Within the world of playful high-schoolers aside from studying, she did nothing else and nothing more.

At that moment, the goddess in everyone's eyes had just reached home.

SLAP!

Just as she pushed the door open, a slap landed on her cheek and a red palm mark appeared on her fair skin.

Mo Ning did not seem to feel anything as her peachy eyes looked up and looked at the gloomy lady sitting in a wheelchair.

Mo Shan.

"Mother." She called out to her as a greeting.

"Why are you back so late?"

Mo Shan's eyes were cold and the past eighteen years had not been kind to her. Her hatred and pain of immobility had totally turned her into a bitter, pallid looking middle-aged woman.

The wrinkle around her eyes were deep and while her face had changed, her hatred burned ever brighter.