Su Bei pushed her a little and she ended up sitting on the floor. She said in a disdainful tone, "You're really immoral. You even took action against a fetus. Aren't you afraid that the baby's spirit will come looking for you at night?"
"I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on my door in the middle of the night," Su Bei looked at her indifferently and replied. "But you, on the other hand, don't accuse others without knowing the truth. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by Bodhisattva?"
The woman's expression changed.
"Also, let me give you a piece of advice. No matter how young I am, I'm still an artist. And no matter how old you are, it's possible that you'll be replaced at any time. You should be mindful of your behavior."
The aunty was even more terrified. Indeed, how could a person like her compare to an artist?
