Chapter 79 Being Splashed with Coffee

The lady's face changed again. How could she not tell that Violet was alluding to her as an old antique who didn't know how to surf the Internet and didn't know how to keep up with the times? She slapped the table angrily, "It's such a sharp mouth! You don’t even know to respect the elders. I really don't know why my son likes you." "Huh?" Violet was stunned. "Your son likes me? Ma'am, who is your son?" The lady pursed her thin lips, "Ivan. I am his mother." Hearing this name, Violet's face sank immediately, "So that's it. You two really deserve to be mother and son." The son was sinister and cunning, and the mother was mean and deceptive. Violet didn't know what Ivan’s father was like. "What do you mean?" Mrs. Murphy frowned. Violet smiled again, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, "Nothing. I’m praising you." Mrs. Murphy squinted at her. Obviously, she didn’t believe Violet. Violet took a sip of the water on the table, "Well, Mrs. Murphy, you haven't said ye