My mother seems to be competing with me as a female.
She likes to share embarrassing photos of me when I was a child with my husband, wear my clothes to show off, and ask my husband who is more beautiful, her or me.
I comfort myself, dear, endure.
Until I heard her chatting with her little sisters:
This is either his biological child or he was not raised well, and he looks like a wolf!
OK OK.
If that's the case, I won't be able to bear it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
