The aunt came on strong, staking her ground with hands on her hips and a voice inadvertently raised, immediately drawing all surrounding gazes with many a bewildered look.
Mo Shangjun felt a bit of a headache coming on.
She turned to the side and pressed the brim of her hat down, intending to pretend she didn't recognize this conspicuous aunt.
For one, dealing with her was troublesome, and for another... it was pretty embarrassing.
"Wait a second!"
The aunt, relentless, stretched out her hand to block her, "I'm talking to you, did you not hear me? At such a young age, lacking even a shred of manners, no idea how your parents raised you—"
Before she could finish, in the midst of her enthusiastic tirade, she suddenly felt a piercing pain in her wrist, silencing her instantly.
"You, you, you..."
The aunt, flustered and unable to speak, shook with pain whenever she tried to utter a sound.
