"I don't care! I just want that bastard to bow down and apologize to my son!" Mr. Xue glared with wide eyes, as if he were about to devour someone.
Wen Wan chuckled as if she had heard a fantastical tale, "You must be dreaming! I'm warning you, don't go too far! Making a big deal out of this won't be good for anyone!"
Mrs. Xue couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, "Heh, what a tone! You act as if you were the precious daughter of the Yun family! Ever heard the saying 'A fallen phoenix is inferior to a chicken'?"
Wen Wan's face turned pale, glaring at Mrs. Xue, she tugged at the corner of her lips lightly, "So, you consider yourself a chicken? What kind? The kind that's bred for meat or just for laying eggs?"
Mrs. Xue, upon hearing this, flushed with anger, limping forward as if ready to fight, "You dare insult me!"
