"Feng'er, how can you speak to Mom like that? When have I ever chased her off? She left on her own. Could you please not blame everything on Mom, okay? Mom is also very wronged." Her tone and expression made her seem as though she was the one most aggrieved.
"Enough, stop putting on a show in front of me," Ye Feng said coldly, "I've watched it for eight years, and I've had enough."
As he finished speaking, he yanked out the IV line and threw off the blanket, intending to get out of bed, but Lady Ye quickly supported him: "Feng'er, what are you doing? The doctor said you should rest well; you can't just run around."
"Get out of my way." Ye Feng pushed her away, and Lady Ye, caught off-guard, stumbled and fell to the ground, wincing and crying out in pain.
Ye Feng's outstretched foot retracted, and he turned his head away, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
