She put down her glass, about to leave, when she was stopped by Zhou Qinghua.
"We're not done talking. Who said you could leave?"
Tang Yu looked at her with dead eyes, "Get out of the way."
"Watch your tone with me, Tang Yu!" Zhou Qinghua's face twisted, as if the delicate makeup might crack at any moment. Then she burst into a spiteful laugh, "But I can understand your feelings. After all, your child is missing, isn't he?"
Tang Yu's body shuddered as if a most tender wound had been prodded.
"But really, you're here drinking instead of looking for your child? Can you really afford that? After all, the child's father is very busy, work is more important. It all rests on the mother," Zhou Qinghua continued, as if feeling her words had not stung enough, she sneered maliciously. "I think you should just give up. It's been so long, the child is probably dead, don't you think?"
Anger flashed in Tang Yu's eyes, "Say that again!"