A sharp click was heard and a hysterical scream from Mrs. Helan followed after.
Yan Qingsi raised her foot and said, "Auntie, you don't have to hold back toward this kind of b*tch. It's just a waste to talk, just get it over with."
Listening to what Mrs. Helan said, Yan Qingsi could no longer bear with it. She just wanted to go up with a knife and stab her. She had dealt with many b*tches before. Dealing with their kind, there was no need to waste too much energy.
Mrs. Yue cleared her throat and raised her foot. She really wanted to thank Yan Qingsi. She did think of breaking her arm, but she was not strong enough. If it were not for Yan Qingsi, she would have no idea how long it was going to take her to do it.
Yan Qingsi made eye contact with Mrs. Yue and talked ruthlessly.
Yue Tingfen pulled over a chair. "Mom, have a seat."
