Mrs Yan looked at Yan Yan in resignation.
Of course she wanted to sing praises of her own daughter instead of Feng Wu, but she simply couldn't find anything in Yan Yan to praise!
She looked at Yan Yan from head to toe, and the longer she studied her daughter, the more lacking she found her. Mrs Yan's brow furrowed even more deeply.
Yan Yan couldn't take it anymore. "Mum, why are you looking at me like that?"
Mrs Yan said, "Sigh. Tell me, apart from your cultivation level, are you better than Miss Feng in any other way?"
Yan Yan was so frustrated. "Mum, do you see me as such a useless person now? You hated Feng Wu yourself and found her so arrogant and proud, didn't you?"
Mrs Yan snapped, "Of course those without merits are repulsive when they act arrogant, but she has every right to be! She has what it takes to be this conceited! What can you do about it?"
Yan Yan stomped her foot in vexation. "Are you even my mother?"
