Although it was her own flesh and blood, although they hadn't seen each other for two years, although she was getting married the very next day… Mrs. Yu still couldn't control herself and slapped her twice.
Those two slaps were neither painful nor itchy, and Yu Xiangqin even thought that Mrs. Yu was helping her dust off her clothes, showing no reaction at all.
Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruannuan stood by, minding their own business with identical gentle smiles on their faces, rolling their eyes at Yu Xiangqin in their hearts countless times.
If the flattering words they said before were compliments, then now, they genuinely felt from the bottom of their hearts that Mrs. Yu had a really good temper—had it been any other mother with a slightly bigger temper, Yu Xiangqin would have been beaten to death as soon as she learned to speak.
