"Meat in the Palm and Back of the Hand"
Naomi followed behind Lorraine, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but speak, "Godmother, are we just letting Cynthia go like this?"
"Otherwise?" Lorraine's footsteps paused, she turned sharply, and her sharp gaze pierced Naomi like a knife, "Isn't today's lesson enough for you!"
Naomi bit her lip, "I thought this matter would be foolproof..."
"You thought?" Lorraine sneered, looking at Naomi with a mocking gaze, as if looking down on a lowly ant, "If I hadn't protected you just now, do you think you could have left here unharmed?"
Naomi lowered her eyebrows, unable to see the emotions in her eyes. She just clenched her fists at her side. "I won't forget godmother's kindness."
Seeing Naomi's submissive attitude, the anger on Lorraine's face subsided slightly.
She took a deep breath, calming the anger swirling in her chest. "Alright, consider this incident a lesson."