Song Nan was stunned.
"Nonsense! You're perjuring for Mu Ci!" Duan Si pointed at Bei Shuo and scolded.
Bei Shuo looked at Duan Si. "I really don't understand. Are you Brother Mu Ci's mother or his enemy? Do you hate him so much? Are you happy only after you pinned the most disgusting things in the world on him? You don't even believe your own son, but you chose to believe others and even helped others frame your own son. Madam Mu, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Little b*tch! Shut up!" Duan Si screamed.
An antique vase as tall as a person beside Luo Bing fell to the ground and shattered.
"Ah—" Duan Si screamed again.
Luo Bing clapped his hands and said calmly, "This vase is worth at least 10 million yuan. I'll take it as financial compensation for Madam Mu scolding my Little Junior Sister. If you're not satisfied, continue scolding. I'll continue smashing."
