"You... you transferred my family's assets behind my back? Do you think I won't call the police on you?" Mrs. Rong Sr. pushed herself off the ground, glaring at her.
Wang Qing chuckled coldly. "Go ahead, call them. Let's see what you can do to me. But before you make that call, maybe you should think about how you'll survive in this dog-eat-dog city without me!"
With that, Wang Qing turned to leave. Just as she was about to go, Mrs. Rong Sr. lunged at Wang Qing, grabbing her leg and biting down hard.
"Ah!" Wang Qing winced in pain and yanked Mrs. Rong Sr.'s hair back.
"You decrepit hag, are you asking for death?" Wang Qing glared at her, eyes wrapped in bandages, making her appear particularly menacing, as if she could devour Mrs. Rong Sr. alive.
