Possibly because the women's words were too harsh and hurtful, Duan Jinghong suddenly stormed forward and dragged Song Xin away.
"That's enough. You have no right to judge what my artist does."
Song Xin felt like she had suffered a huge humiliation. She was so angry that she wanted to dig a hole to hide inside. But, how was Tangning at this moment? Her expression was indifferent, completely disregarding Song Xin's existence.
"If it wasn't because we saw your artist trying to make things difficult for a pregnant woman, why would we be bothered to judge her?"
"You..."
Song Xin didn't want Duan Jinghong to be humiliated as well, so she simply glared at Tangning and said in a shaky voice, "That's enough."
Hearing this, Tangning patted the women that were helping her on the shoulders and said, "Thank you for your help. I'm fine. You don't need to worry. At a place like this, they would never do anything to me."