Old Madam Mo raised her head and looked at Mo Yan, who was looking down at her. Even though she was her daughter, Old Madam Mo really couldn't bring herself to like her. Mo Yan was too strong in her opinion.
So much that even she, as her mother, had to think twice before saying anything to her. She pursed her dried lips lightly and questioned, "Is that how you are supposed to talk to your mother?"
Mo Yan blinked her eyes slowly. She had no idea what she even expected from her mother or why she even came to see her. She pursed her lips in a thin line and then said to Old Madam Mo, "If this is all you have to say, then I guess we have nothing to talk about."
She spun on her heel, ready to turn and leave, when Old Madam Mo shrieked, "Is this how you should be treating me? Remember this Mo Yan, even if I am locked up in the prison, I am still your mother."
