As I looked up, I saw the finger marks on her face.
His expression froze, and he said seriously, "What's wrong with your face again?"
"It's nothing. Someone slapped me."
"Damn, who had the guts to slap you?"
Windsor Myres threw everything in her hands onto the table and turned to Mia Ginger's side.
"My mom." Mia Ginger took her backpack, along with a plastic bag, and placed them on the table.
"Your mom?" Windsor Myres was stunned, looking at her for a while, hesitated and said, "Is it because of your white lotus sister? What's the matter? Did she want you to drop the lawsuit?"
"Yeah," Mia Ginger said casually.
"Did you agree?"
"If I agreed, would I have suddenly gotten slapped?" Mia Ginger gave her a glance and said slowly, "I didn't agree. We argued a bit and suddenly I got slapped, mainly because I wasn't prepared for it."
"What kind of mom is that?" Windsor Myres was practically fuming.