In the end, she couldn't count on the child for the money.
Liang Jie only felt anger in her chest. One slap wasn't enough to vent her anger. She looked at the red palm mark on Xiao Yi's face. She had never felt that her daughter was so disgusting.
At such a young age, she already knew how to cling to the rich and powerful to let herself live a good life. She knew that being together with Chuchu is good for her. Then what about her mother? Could she bear to see her mother suffer? As Liang Jie thought about it, her anger surged.
She grabbed Xiao Yi's hair, and just as her hand was about to fall, Liang De coughed.
"It's the new year, what are you doing?" Liang De's expression was ugly and terrifying. "It's just a New Year greeting. If she doesn't want to, then don't. What's the hurry? Can't you think straight?"
Liang De's loud voice was still very intimidating. The table quieted down, and no one dared to speak.
