Deng Huijun stormed home.
Zhao Li was sitting on the sofa watching a program. Seeing her daughter like this, she quickly asked what happened.
Deng Huijun's feet were in pain, and her heart was very agitated.
Zhao Li handed her a glass of juice.
Deng Huijun took a couple of sips, at least calming the fire in her heart a little.
She blurted out, "Mom, that Chang Yu, sure inherited her mother's nature. Still in school, and already managed to get our school's famously aloof male idol to protect her at all costs."
Zhao Li looked at her, leaning askew on the sofa, and frowned: "Huijun, how did mom usually teach you?"
Deng Huijun's expression froze.
She quickly corrected her posture, returning to her elegant and composed demeanor: "Mom, wasn't I just angry?"
Zhao Li had been strict with her only daughter since she was young, not only sending her to learn dance but also hiring a professional etiquette teacher to educate her.
