"After saying that, Yan Xinxin turned away decisively."
Ning Zitong stared at the check that Yan Xinxin had thrown in, replaying her sharp words in her mind, and clenching her fists in fury.
Her face was dark, her teeth gritted as she glared venomously at Yan Xinxin's figure by the roadside hailing a taxi.
"Old Wu! Hit her with the car!"
"...Ma'am, what are you saying?"
The old chauffeur, startled, turned to her with a bewildered look.
"I said hit her! Run Yan Xinxin over!"
"..."
"What a sharp-tongued woman! So self-righteous, even daring to question if I've thought about Qianyuan! Who is she to interrogate me like that? Who does she think she is?!"
Ning Zitong was breathing heavily, consumed with rage.
"Ma'am, please calm down. Watch your health."
"I'm fuming because of that Yan Xinxin—I'll end up having a heart attack! Are you disobeying me? I told you to hit her!"
"Ma'am, that's illegal! And if anything happens, Young Master Mo will kill me!"
