"Take your vomit with you!" Nanny Wu threw the garbage bin directly into her arms.
Mrs. Jiang clenched her teeth in hatred and left gasping with anger, clutching the garbage bin.
After she left, a trace of helplessness appeared on Mrs. Song's graceful face as she gently patted Xia Ningxing's hand and said, "Miss Xia, you shouldn't be angry with Jiang. That's just the way she is. She lives in poor conditions, so she always loves to take advantage of others, but she's not a bad person."
Xia Ningxing smiled but did not speak.
Just because someone is in a difficult situation, does it entitle them to take advantage of others?
What kind of twisted logic is that?
Xia Ningxing had come to realize that Mrs. Jiang was the kind to take advantage, and now Mrs. Song seemed to be the overly generous kind.
Aware that her words might have been inappropriate, Mrs. Song immediately corrected herself, "But I don't condone her behavior, after all, taking advantage of others is not a good thing."
