"...All you know is how to stare at your phone all day. You can't even keep an eye on your own son! You're useless...
"...I work so hard every day, while your job is so easy. Are you as busy as me? If a mother can't even take care of her son, why did you give birth to him? What use are you?
"...If Xuanxuan dies, you can go die too..."
Pei Ye watched this scene with furrowed brows. At this moment, a middle-aged woman in her fifties with stylish curly hair rushed into the bookstore. As soon as she arrived, she grabbed the younger woman's hair and cursed at her. Her hysterical screaming and verbal abuse provided a good show for the onlookers.
"Who is she?" Pei Ye asked.
The little girl cowered at the sight of the woman and quietly hid behind Pei Ye. "That's Grandma. She loves my little brother the most and hates Mom the most."
