The scene was deathly silent.
Tang's mother's face was burning, but she didn't dare speak. She swallowed her words along with her saliva, holding back the urge to shout.
Master Yao glanced at her coldly, took Shen Jiayin's hand, and walked back: with such people, he couldn't even be bothered to speak. However, if Tang's mother dared to say another word, it would be more than just a slap. He could easily turn her from a nouveau riche lady back into an ordinary farmwife.
Tang Xiangdong waited until Master Yao had walked ten meters away, then his soul, which had been stunned by the slap, returned to his body. He stepped forward, about to chase after Master Yao for an explanation. Suddenly, Tang's mother grabbed him from behind.
"Mom—"
"Let's go back." Tang's mother said indifferently, just three words.
