Will You Leave On Your Own? Or Do You Want Me To Help You?

Song Yaoyao was amused. Her eyes darkened. "If I know nothing. What about you? Apart from complaining about others, what do you know?"

As she spoke, she started approaching.

"I worked hard to drag him back from the brink of death. Did I do that so you could kick him around like a sandbag?"

Zhou Manli saw Song Yaoyao's eyes and felt a little scared. Her throat began to hurt. "He is my son. I would never hurt him."

"Ha, are you worthy of being a mother?" Song Yaoyao laughed in disdain. She glanced at Zhou Manli and threatened, "Do you want me to drag you out? Or will you leave on your own? Huh?"

The risk of death overwhelmed her again. Zhou Manli's throat began to hurt. "Song Yaoyao, you're quite capable now, aren't you?"

Song Yaoyao shrugged arrogantly. "Who told you to dislike me but not have the ability to get rid of me?"