The expression immediately changed for the worse.
[Old hag, didn't you hit me in the mall before? Now I'm having a tryst with your husband in guest room 005, if you have the guts, come catch us in the act!]
"What's wrong?"
Her face was so unsightly that Ruofeng Group's lady couldn't help but ask.
She clutched her phone, her face ashen, "I'm going to find my husband, Ruonan, please watch my son for me."
"Of course. What's happened? You don't look well." The other woman readily agreed.
Mrs. Han was seething with rage, her eyes blood-red, forcing a smile, "No, it's nothing, I'll be right back."
She walked briskly away, and Ruofeng Group's lady, eyes twinkling, squatted down gently to speak to the chubby child, "Dabao, shall we go and see what's going on with your mom and dad, alright?"
"Okay."
The chubby child agreed nonchalantly.
She then called a few people to follow in Mrs. Han's direction.
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