After finishing her words, Man Yi kept a cold expression on her face. Without even glancing at the woman in front of her, she turned around and left.
The woman clearly didn't expect Tangtang to pull such a stunt, and her face darkened immediately. "Terrifying" would not be an exaggeration to describe her expression.
Looking at the few hundred yuan scattered on the ground, it was as though her dignity had been trampled on. Did Tangtang think she was some kind of beggar to be brushed off?
Furious, the woman's face turned bright red. She didn't even bother to pick up the money from the ground and instead rushed forward like a madwoman, grabbing Xiaolian's clothes with one hand.
Her expression twisted in rage as she yelled, "Leng, you shameless little brat! Why won't you just die? Huh? Why won't you die? Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"
