Yao Ran immediately rushed over and proceeded to knead Qin Man's legs. "You've worked really hard, Mom. Let me give you a good massage."
But in the next second, Qin Man shot to her feet and pushed the girl away. "Are you happy now?" she sneered.
"Your mother had to beg your teacher for help booking some measly plane tickets. You can't even do it yourself!"
She swept the tea set off the living room table with a furious wave of her hand, sending fine china crashing on the floor.
She couldn't bear the fact that she had to lower her head and beg for mercy because of her damn daughter.
"It's all that worthless brat's fault! If she had only passed the Music Association's assessment, none of this would have happened!"
Yao Ran jumped back in a mix of shock and fright. Qin Man had lost her temper many times in the past, but she had never been as violent as she was today.
