The room was so quiet, one could hear a needle drop to the floor.
Xi Yu brought in a plate of pomegranates and, upon seeing Xiang Wei glaring at her fiercely, her hands shook, and the pomegranates tumbled from the crystal plate onto the ground.
Xiang Wei, furious, said, "You can't even hold a few pomegranates steady? What use are you?" Seeing Xi Yu standing there dumbfounded, Xiang Wei grew even angrier, "What are you staring at? Don't you know to pick them up?" All the people around her were so clumsy, one after another.
Yueyao, seeing tears welling up in Xi Yu's eyes, hurriedly said, "She's angry right now, don't take it to heart."
Xiang Wei, seeing Yueyao's calm and collected demeanor, became even more enraged and lashed out at Yueyao, "With that soft and weak appearance of yours, isn't it only natural for others to bully you? You're practically asking for it." As if she really thought her son was such a treasure. She didn't even consider if we would give him a second glance.
