Yue Jiaojiao put away the painting. "Thank you for your troubles. This is a little token from Zhao Zhan and me. Please accept it."
Yue Jiaojiao gave her a small piece of silver.
"If you really want to lead a good life, you can go and report it to the court. I've read the laws of our court, and article nine hundred and sixty two clearly states that if a child abuses their parents, you can report it to the court, and Zhao Wencai will be arrested and locked up. If you want to do that, I can find someone to help you."
Zhao Kuazi shook her head repeatedly. "No, no, Wencai is my son. In a world like this, how can a mother sue her own son?"
Yue Jiaojiao straightened her body and said no more. "Zhao Zhan, let's go back first."
Zhao Zhan looked deeply at Zhao Kuazi and then nodded. "Sure."
Yue Jiaojiao wasn't cold-blooded, she had sympathy for Zhao Kuazi, but she couldn't empathize with her.
