The moment Jiang Fengya heard that Qiao Aiyun had called the police, her mind went blank. The autumn wind blew, and the chill seeped into her bones.
"Don't try to scare me. You hit me too. If the police come, you won't be able to get away either." She tried to hold back her teeth from trembling, not wanting them to see her fear.
"You bullied my daughter, so I couldn't stand it. At most, I will be given a warning. But it's illegal to hurt someone deliberately, and the heaviest punishment is time in prison." Qiao Aiyun's voice was clear and loud.
"You clearly did it on purpose." Song Fengwan sneered. "If you didn't do anything wrong, who would be able to frame you? Did I ask you to wait for me here? Or did I beg you to pull me?"
At this moment, the sound of police sirens was approaching. Jiang Fengya's heart was in her mouth. She's actually for real.
