Han Ruochen was unwilling to entangle herself any further with her mother. Though the woman had given birth to her and her siblings, she had no motherly feelings for her or her siblings. Maybe her mother did really have a screw loose in her head that she cared for someone like Yun Xinye.
"Go! Leave!" Meng Yunhan shrieked from behind as she chased after them. Her face twisted maliciously. She wanted to retort to Han Yong, but she had nothing to say. What the man said was indeed correct. But Han Ziyan was also her daughter, and after she saw her daughter getting humiliated, she could not stay quiet. "But I am telling you, Han Ruochen! You are nothing without Ziyan's luck; you were born unlucky. A wretched woman with a fate so poor that you can never succeed."
