"You're such an unruly child. You have a mother who has no mother. You're as poor as Mi Ziyan. You can't afford to pay for a silk scarf. You're just playing around here. Do you think the surveillance can get here? Isn't it blocked here? You..."

"shut up!" Milhau strode up and pointed to the old woman's face and said angrily, "who do you say has a mother and no mother? I think you're so old and you're living in vain. How can you be inferior to a child who doesn't understand? Can a silk scarf involve so many words? Who can't afford a silk scarf? Don't say we didn't...