A baseless accusation ignited a fire in Mo Qiansu's chest, rising rapidly.
But her mind was entirely focused on her son; gripping Su Meng's arm, she demanded, "What exactly have you done to Xiaoyu? Is he hurt? Where is he now, tell me quickly!!"
"You have the audacity to ask about him?" Su Meng shoved Mo Qiansu away, venomously retorting, "A child like him would be better off dead! He'll grow up to be just like you, a social cancer!"
She couldn't care less about what was said about her, but to curse her son, Mo Qiansu would not let that pass.
She strode forward and slapped Su Meng across the face with such force that it sent her sprawling to the ground.
Mo Qiansu, fuming with anger, declared, "You're the one who should die, if anything happens to Xiaoyu, I won't let you off!!"
"Police, did you see that? She hit me, arrest her now!" Su Meng, holding her face and frightened by the sudden outburst from Mo Qiansu, cried out for the police.
