"Xiao Ning, are you out of your mind? President Duan is Mr. Li's aunt. How can you speak to her in that tone?" Li Sulan gritted her teeth and scolded Sang Ning in a low voice, her features tightly knotted in anger.
"And you." Sang Ning suddenly turned to look at Li Sulan. "Mrs. Chu, and you. For the fact that you were my mother for twenty years, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Otherwise, why don't you accompany President Duan to the police station? At least you'd have some company."
A faint smile lingered on Sang Ning's face, her casual demeanor making it seem as if she were merely an uninvolved bystander. But to Duan Wenhu and Li Sulan, she felt like a mortal threat.
