Tian Yaru glared venomously at the group, sneering coldly, "You're all Little Li Si's lackeys. If you don't get out of my way, I'll ruin you right along with her!"
She didn't mind hurting a few more people, but the sulfuric acid in the bottle was limited. Her target wasn't these people.
At this moment, Yin Xian received a look from Jiang Tong and understood that he was being signaled to speak and divert Tian Yaru's attention.
"Auntie! Calm down, calm down! If nothing else, think about Weiwei's situation!"
Tian Yaru froze for a moment. Weiwei! Her Weiwei!
Thinking about her daughter, her chest clenched in pain. Weiwei came back to the hospital room yesterday looking utterly disheveled. She asked what had happened, but Weiwei wouldn't say, only insisting she had just tripped and fallen.
Anyone with eyes could see: how could a fall cause injuries like that? Blood stains at the corner of her lips?
