"Waaaah!" The boy's eyes glinted in excitement as he clapped his hands, cheering, "Bravo, mommy! That's marvelous! Go teach this wicked woman a lesson!"
He then glanced at the tear-streaked woman and snorted. "Weren't you feeling very smug and proud earlier? Your father is merely an Italian-Chinese entrepreneur, whose business is barely hanging in there ever since that financial crisis five years ago. Based on how he's making a loss every year, your family's glory won't last long and you, the so-called missus of a prestigious family, will soon turn into a pauper in a few years' time!"
Rong Xuan stiffened at that. She cast an oblique look on the boy, her eyes widening in disbelief, as she asked with trepidation, "…H-How did you know that?!"
