Xiong Yali felt nothing but repulsion towards Zhou Jiayi's forcibly imposed words, Yin Molili.
"Mom, she's a girl. What's the point of me keeping her company? Besides, I have a girlfriend. Haven't you seen her? You entertain this lady yourself! I'm heading back now."
After taking a few steps, Yin Molili stopped, turned around, and said, "Oh, and Mom, in the future, if you have nothing else to do, try not to find her for tea. She's young and afraid of interacting with her future mother-in-law. Don't scare her."
"I haven't agreed to you dating her. A girl like her is unworthy of you. She's just after your family background, merely an actor in the entertainment circle. To put it bluntly, a prostitute who's available for money. How can you be with someone like that? What can she offer you?"
"Mom, I remember your family's background wasn't that great either, right? What did you give my dad?" Yin Molili questioned.
