"Don't talk nonsense!"
Mei Ye stood up excitedly, pointing at Mei Shu and roaring, "My son's situation today is all because of you! How dare you speak sarcastically here?"
Mei Shu leaned back in her chair, nonchalantly saying, "Mr. Mei, weren't you downstairs just now, singing the same tune with that old woman, saying I'm nothing and that the company will collapse soon under my management?"
"Why are you now saying that I could have forced your son to death? Your son is in his thirties or forties. Can't he handle a mere eighteen-year-old girl like me? By saying that, your son is just a complete waste."
"Mei Shu!" Mei Ye shouted loudly, then stood still in place, staring with eyes wide open as if frozen.
Seeing the situation, the police quickly approached and helped him sit down on the sofa, patting his chest to calm him down. "Sir, are you okay? Do you need us to call an ambulance?"
