And then she immediately became fierce again.
"Fine, you still say you're not threatening me! I've never been afraid of anyone, why don't we just try!"
Tan Susu snorted coldly.
She took out her cell phone.
It seemed that reasoning was indeed not going to work.
Aunt Ruan had been standing behind the two, watching everything that was unfolding, her gaze somewhat vacant and her fingers trembling involuntarily.
It was as if she had returned to the time before her divorce when she discovered how her husband, who kept painting a beautiful future for them and only required her careful attention, was cheating—how she made a scene at his workplace, fought with him, and was surrounded and pointed at by everyone watching.
Then, after the mistress died, it became a piece of social news. Many condemned the scumbag husband, but many also aimed their criticism at her.
She felt as if she was in an ice cellar.
Even breathing became difficult.
She was clearly innocent—
