"Do you know you act like a madwoman? Like a madwoman forcing her daughter to rise higher."
Mei Yao stood at the bedroom door hollering at Li Mu.
"Have you considered our feelings? Did you ever ask if sis is willing to rise up?"
"Mei Yao," Li Mu's shriek spread throughout the room, her eyes wide with rage as she vented the anger from her recent phone call onto Mei Yao: "Even you are becoming uncontrollable, aren't you?"
"It's not us being uncontrollable; it's you wanting too much. You're eager for us to achieve high positions without considering if we can bear the pressure that comes with the position. You haven't thought about whether we have the capabilities to handle those responsibilities."
In recent days, Mei Yao faced setbacks in front of Song Sizhi.
And every time she went to the hospital, she met either cold sarcasm or heated ridicule.
And just now, she was cursed by colleagues in the research room.
At this moment, Mei Yao was just like Li Mu.
Heart full of fury.
