Zhang Manhua shook her head helplessly when she saw her daughter throw a tantrum.
"What nonsense are you spouting, child? Hurry up and return Xiaoyu's call. That poor child is worried sick of you."
With that, she forced the phone in her hand to her daughter.
"If she's worried, then what about me in these few days? She even hung up on me earlier! Hmph!" she snapped angrily, refusing to take the phone.
"That lass didn't hang up on you." Seeing how angry her daughter was, she tried to explain what had really happened. "Xiaoyu's phone ran out of battery. That's why the call disconnected."
"Ran out of battery? How did she manage to call me, then?" A ball of anger formed in her heart at her best friend's acts of disappearing for a few days and hanging up on her.
Understanding her daughter's source of anger, she could somewhat empathize with her.
Empathizing was one thing, but what had to be said must still be said.
