Loyal mother's loyal daughter (2)

Once he was done feeling relieved, Yin Fu raised his head and dragged his hands off his face. "And as for my mother..." he trailed off with a hoarse voice, "I will never let her rest." 

Mo Qiang, who took a peek at his maliciously twisted expression: "..." 

I never knew that he could make an expression so dangerous as that. 

"You don't need to worry about it," Mo Qiang told her husband as she raised her hand and patted him on the head. "Leave a few things in the hands of your wife; why don't you?" As she spoke, she thought of a few things before smiling calmly, "I will teach that woman a good lesson; don't worry." 

Though Mo Qiang didn't have the power to control Madam Yin right now—Ding—she looked down at the notification, which appeared on her screen a bit too timely and snickered; she soon would have the power to deal with that old hag.