The more you help her, the more you take care of her, not only does she not feel grateful, but she also thinks that this is something you should do.
Tingting's mom didn't notice that Lady Ou's face was getting uglier, and instead continued talking to herself: "Sis, let me tell you, this time I'm also angry, you didn't leave me any face just now, you have to make it up to me. Tingting's dad wants to work at the tax bureau, so arrange it for him. We don't need a big position, just a deputy director, anyway... you have to help us with this thing, in the future..."
Lady Ou suddenly said, "Stop the car."
The driver shivered and quickly hit the brakes.
The driver stopped abruptly, slamming the brakes, and everyone in the car lurched forward.
Tingting's mom hit the front seat: "Ouch... it hurts like hell, Sis, what's gotten into you?"
Lady Ou said coldly, "Get out."
Tingting's mom was stunned for a moment: "Sis, what did you say?"
Lady Ou: "Get out."
