The driver's misplaced sense of justice was frightened into submission by Yu Jingting's fists.
He hurriedly helped the old lady into the car and sped away from the scene.
Yu Jingting snorted, "That's it?"
"Dad, you don't think she'll really report us, do you?" Suizi asked after returning to the room.
Suizi wasn't too sure herself; normal people simply wouldn't do such a thing, but Fan Huang's mother was far from normal.
Pampered like a princess all her life, she couldn't bear to hear a discordant voice in her old age, relishing the adulation of being the center of attention, easily hooked by a few provocative words from others.
Sometimes Suizi envied that lifelong infantility of never having to grow up.
With all the worries she had, she couldn't enjoy such treatment.
"Let her be." Fan Huang replied indifferently—really indifferently, as if he had let go of everything.
"Should we tell her about my pregnancy?" Chen Lijun asked on purpose.
