Sun Ya's mom was showing off, but she was suddenly interrupted, which made her displeased.
She glared with her triangular eyes and started to scold Ye Chen.
"Are you a delivery snail or something? Delivering my food this late, do you know how precious my time is? One minute is worth tens of thousands, can a delivery person like you take on that responsibility?"
An old man with ten school district houses felt it was unbearable: "Ma'am, that's not right. In such hot weather, the delivery guys have it tough too. Just let it go."
"Hmph, just let it go?"
Sun Ya's mom pointed at Ye Chen and scolded: "First of all, know your status. You are a delivery person, belonging to the bottom of society. If you don't work hard, how will you marry a wife? You're destined to be the lowest loser in society!"
Ye Chen was annoyed hearing Sun Ya's mom use such floral language towards him.
Your daughter got played by me and ended up like a pig, yet you're here flaunting in front of me?
