Shen Yujun, sitting on the sofa, simply couldn't take it anymore. Her face looked terrible as she said, "Qiao Haidong, are you even human? It's so late and yet, you're expecting Yinyin to go over to Lu Lingche's place and ask him for a favor? What twisted intent are you harboring? You think I can't comprehend it?"
"Oh dear, Mom, what kind of twisted intent am I supposed to have? You're really framing me for no reason at all! I'm just anxious to sell my herbs, or perhaps you would like to give me some advice?"
"Where do you get the audacity to ask me to help you out?"
A furious Shen Yujun said, "And don't you dare call me Mom, it disgusts me! Just get out of here. I've already told you the last time, Yinyin is cutting her ties with you. You're not to come here again!"
Finishing her words, she picked up an electric mosquito racket and switched it on: "If you don't leave, I'll smack this on your face!"