Lin Xinxin was stunned immediately, and her face slightly changed.
Because the hatred in Qiao Ning's eyes made her somewhat anxious.
She really hadn't expected that Qiao Ning, such a delicate woman, could become so fierce.
Zhang Meimei also became anxious, she had wanted to call Qiao Ning a murderer, but inexplicably held back.
Lin Xinxin quickly regained her composure and stopped pretending, sneering out, "Qiao Ning, do you think too highly of yourself? I simply disdain to harm your son, and you don't want to let me go, based on what? I'm telling you, you won't be able to touch me without evidence! Not in this lifetime!"
Seeing the smugness and disdain at the bottom of her eyes through sunglasses, Qiao Ning clenched her fists tightly, really wishing she could slap her again.
Her hand was suddenly held, and Hai Xiaotang said lightly, "Qiao Ning, we shouldn't stoop to her level now, she's already a street rat. Don't worry, she will reap what she sows before long."
