"I said you—"
"Xi!"
Tang Yuyan immediately ordered him to stop talking.
"Mommy, she always bullies you like this!"
Tang Yuyan glanced at her son, "If you don't want to stay here, then go back."
Nangong Xi wanted to say something but opened his mouth and, in the end, remained silent, pouting as he turned and left the hospital room!
He was already ten years old, so Tang Yuyan wasn't worried about him running off.
Anyhow, she hadn't left, so he wouldn't leave the hospital.
Watching her son's retreating figure, she turned around and continued clean up the shattered glass.
But having angered Nangong Feifei, her son's fury was naturally vented on her, his mother!
"Haven't you always pretended to be so saintly? How come, a simple request for water is too much for you!?"
Crouching on the ground picking up the shards of glass, Tang Yuyan paused for a moment when she heard this.
She didn't consider herself saintly; she just didn't want her family to live like enemies.
