Mother Lin seemed to be frozen in place like someone struck by an acupoint. She slowly turned her head and saw Zhuang Jingshu's elegant and beautiful face.
But that elegant and beautiful face was currently faintly suppressing anger.
And the middle-aged woman beside her, with whom she stood side by side, showed no restraint in her anger.
When their eyes met, she even gave her a glare.
Mother Lin had no time to think more and quickly put on a smiling face.
"Sister, how come you're here? Oh dear, it's all my fault for not teaching this dead girl well, letting her do such a shameless thing. Don't worry, I've already scolded her. I'll make her return the money to you at once. Our poor family, though poor, has dignity. How can we take your money?"
Zhuang Jingshu looked at Lin Chuxia's extremely indifferent little face and felt even more heartache for this little girl.
