Han Ziyan felt as if a bad breath had been stuck in her throat; she could neither get it in nor get it out. She turned to look at her mother in frustration. These days, her mother was more of a hindrance than anything else. She could not help but complain about her mother being so problematic. Why could her mother not be helpful to her and cause trouble for her everywhere she went?
Han Ziyan felt terrible. Nothing was going her way; it was bad enough that her mother could not help her with money, but she was also digging pits for her everywhere she went. She felt really frustrated.
"Yichen, I—"
