Mrs. Lu was a woman with a temperament as gentle as a sheep. But if one day the sheep decided to resist, it would be with the determination of a fight to the death. That slap, with enough force to leave a bright red handprint on Xu Yu'e's face, was something Xu Yu'e had never anticipated.
Xu Yu'e felt as if half her face was roasting on a stove, burning as though she had swallowed gunpowder. She whipped her head around and glared at the woman in front of her. Mrs. Lu always dressed plainly, hardly standing out. Xu Yu'e racked her brain but couldn't figure out who this woman was and yelled at Mrs. Lu, "Who are you? I'm disciplining my daughter, it's none of your damn business, you outsider! Get lost!"
Mrs. Lu stood composedly before her, uttering, "I am her mother."
