Song Fengwan reprimanded, "You gave birth to him, but you didn't raise him! You're not worthy of being his mother!"
With the crisp sound of the slap, the woman, originally a rude and unreasonable person, became utterly enraged.
Ma Yincui had lived for more than thirty years, but she had never suffered from anger like this before. She reached out her hand and grabbed Song Fengwan, but she was pulled back by the tutoring center teacher who had rushed over.
"Who do you think you are?! Who are you to hit me?! Who do you think you are?!" The woman lunged forward and kicked her.
When this woman tugged at her clothes just now, they became a little messy. Song Fengwan reached out to tidy them up and turned her head to look at her. "And what thing are you?!"
"Calm down too. Don't agitate her," someone advised Song Fengwan.
The situation was already chaotic enough. Why was she still provoking this person?
