"Get out! Who wants to go home with you, it's all your fault, blame you!"
Lin Qiao couldn't find anyone to vent her anger on, so she pushed him hard, and Song Tingfan fell to the ground heavily. The gravel made his backside hurt, his brows furrowed, but he soon looked up and timidly said, "Madam, let's go home."
"Get out! Are you mocking me?" Lin Qiao slapped him right in the face.
The force was not small, and five fingerprints immediately appeared on Song Tingfan's face. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head.
Someone couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly stepped forward to block, "Madam Tingfan, what are you doing, you can't vent your anger on Tingfan, asking you to go back is for your own good, the Zhang Family doesn't want to see you."
"That's right, don't take it out on Tingfan, if you don't treat him well, you'll see how you manage in the future!"
"Tingfan is a kind child, if you treat him well, he'll surely be good to you."
