Su Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks and looked at her, half-smiling: "So you're admitting your grandson ate my braised pork?"
The old lady gritted her teeth: "Yes, my grandson ate your meat and got poisoned. You have to take responsibility."
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly laughed: "Everyone heard it, she admitted herself that her grandson stole my braised pork."
"My grandson is still young and doesn't understand. What's wrong with eating your piece of meat? You can't use poisoned meat to harm people, can you?"
The old lady was righteous despite her lack of reason.
Su Xiaoxiao ignored her, walked over, picked up the convulsing little boy, and gave him two slaps.
The old lady screamed and rushed up: "What are you doing, you brat? My grandson is already like this, and you still hit him?"
She said while reaching to pull at Su Xiaoxiao's hair, but Su Xiaoxiao grabbed her wrist and flung her away.
