When Jiang Fengya heard about calling the police, her mind went blank. The autumn wind blew and the coldness seeped into her bones.
"Don't scare me. You hit me too. If the police come, you won't be able to get away." She suppressed the trembling of her teeth. She didn't want them to see her fear.
"You bullied my daughter. I couldn't stand it. At most, I'll be warned. It's illegal to deliberately hurt someone. If it's serious, you'll go to jail." Qiao Aiyun's voice was clear and powerful.
"You obviously did it on purpose."
Song Fengwan sneered. "If you didn't do anything wrong, who would deliberately frame you? Did I ask you to wait for me here? Or did I beg you to pull on me?"
At this moment, the sound of sirens came from not far away. Jiang Fengya's heart jumped to her throat. She was actually serious.
