the Capital, a secluded villa.
Mrs. Jungs sat in the living room scrolling through her phone when she accidentally came across her son on Twitter Trends.
Her well-maintained face darkened in anger as she picked up a peach from the fruit plate and bit into it forcefully.
While eating the peach, she complained, "What are these brainless accounts even good for? Just for decoration, huh? Male home-wrecker? Literally laughing myself to death!"
After finishing the peach, she threw the pit into the trash and her expression suddenly stiffened as if she had remembered something.
"..."
She never quite liked Lilian Rose before, and what if her son misunderstood that she had interfered?
"No, I can't let the netizens misunderstand." Mrs. Jungs pulled out a tissue to wipe her fingers cleanly.
After cleaning her hands, she disposed of the trash and then started validating her Twitter account with her phone in arms.
