"Help me? How can you help me?"
Ji Zimo's mother was fuming with anger, deaf to the words of everyone around her.
Including Ji Zimo.
At this moment, she believed Ji Zimo's offer to help was purely out of sarcasm.
Seeing Ji Zimo's mother's unpleasant tone, Ji Zimo remained unfazed.
"Mom, why are you in such a hurry? Just because we can't deal with her doesn't mean others can't. Don't you know Xu Ye's mother? What do you think would happen if Xu Ye's mother knew how close her son and Ji Yao have been lately?"
Ji Zimo was well aware that the people in their circle were particularly averse to being associated with someone like Ji Yao, who was of questionable character.
At this moment, all they needed to do was subtly mention it to Xu Ye's mother and the rest would be taken care of by someone else.
