Zhao Chunfang's shrill accusation sliced through the subdued air around the casino like a rusty saw.
Her eyes darted about. She had clearly guessed why Jiang Ci had come looking for her and was trying to hide her guilt by raising her voice.
Unfortunately, her acting was so terrible that anyone passing by would have seen right through it, let alone a professional like Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci quietly watched her performance, and the last faint hope in her heart that her mother might still have a shred of decency went out completely.
She took a small step forward, her gaze as cold as a blade as it pierced straight into Zhao Chunfang. Her voice was quiet, yet it cut clearly through the background noise. "Why am I here? I'm here to ask why you went behind my back and sold my schedule and room number to that obsessive fan who's been stalking and harassing me."
"I told you I'd give you the rest of the money to pay off your debts once I got back from Seacity. Couldn't you even wait a few days?"
As she said this, Jiang Ci glanced at the nearby gambling table, her lips curling in utter scorn. "But from the looks of it, you never intended to change anyway."
Zhao Chunfang's expression changed instantly. Her eyes flicked around in panic before she stiffened her neck and protested with a forced air of composure. "W-what nonsense are you talking about? What obsessive fan? What selling your schedule? I don't know anything about that!"
She tried to overpower Jiang Ci's questioning with sheer belligerence. "Did you offend someone out there and get yourself targeted, and now you've come running here to falsely accuse your own mother?!"
"Falsely accuse you?" Jiang Ci's lips curved into a smile