"Being a widow without the awareness of one, why did you run out instead of staying home? Could it be you're feeling lonely?" Beisisi teased.
Beisitian looked at her still youthful face, which wore an expression of frivolity, disdain, and contempt, much like the unrestrained words she uttered.
"No wonder your mother quickly found someone else after my father died. Seems like they were ready while my dad was still alive," Beisitian sneered.
She wasn't incapable of being sharp-tongued; in fact, when she was, she could not only enrage her opponent but also saddle them with several metaphorical mud-slinging bowls.
Beisisi, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, was no match for Beisitian. With just a sentence, Beisitian had labeled her mother as someone who cheated.
"You're talking nonsense! My mother didn't; Mr. Yan was someone she met later!" Beisisi retorted with a flushed face.
