Meng Han swallowed hard, but her eyes gradually brightened.
"I, I understand now."
She never thought there could be such a strategy.
Watching Tao Qin, who usually relied on sweet talk and acting coy to get her mother's unconditional support, sitting on the ground trembling with a swollen face, Meng Han felt indescribably pleased.
Next moment, Ms. Tao screamed, pushed aside Ying Xi's hand, and tearfully hugged Tao Qin, crying in heartbreak.
"My poor Ah Qin, no one has ever dared to hit you since you were a child. How dare she, that wretched woman, to lay such a heavy hand on you."
Shu Yu felt awkward hearing this, as if Tao Qin were her daughter.
Ms. Tao abruptly lifted her head, looked at Uncle Meng with reddened eyes, "Husband, are you just going to watch? She hit Ah Qin, and you saw it with your own eyes."
Uncle Meng opened his mouth, truly confused by the situation before him.
