To Jun Wangchen, a mother was a symbol of greatness.
She was like the sun. No matter how much time passed or where one went, her light and warmth could always be felt.
Yet the scene before him chilled him to the core.
A daughter had actually said such things to the mother who had raised her for over twenty years.
How heartbreaking was that?
And how infuriating!
Others might have seen a mother who spoiled her daughter too much, but Jun Wangchen saw the profound maternal love built up day after day, night after night.
Jun Wangchen's sudden arrival startled both Xiao Nuo and the middle-aged woman.
"A broke loser?" Xiao Nuo looked Jun Wangchen up and down and sneered, clearly thinking very little of him.
"What does our family business have to do with a broke loser like you?"
"She wanted to kneel herself. I didn't force her. You're acting like I did something wrong."
"And you think you haven't?" Jun Wangchen's eyes turned icy. Holding back his anger, he questioned her with a cold expression.
"I heard everything you just said to your mother. You look twenty-five or twenty-six already. Aren't you ashamed to keep asking her for money?"
"Your uncle sacrificed his own child's education so you could pursue yours. Now it's his birthday, and he misses you, yet you won't even go home once. Where's your conscience?"
"You complain that your mother's hands are rough, but you have no idea how much those hands have sacrificed for your obsession with keeping up appearances and living in luxury. Aren't you ashamed?"
"And now you take it for granted that your mother should kneel and beg you to come home. Don't you think you're acting like a cold-blooded beast?"
Those four successive questions left Xiao Nuo speechless,