"Xiao Xuan, keep your sorrow in check," Bai Xiao hugged Bai Xuan, not knowing what else was appropriate to say.
Qi Zihua died a disgraceful death, tarnishing the reputation of his ancestors for generations.
Bai Xuan was silent; no one knew what she was thinking.
Meanwhile, Madam Qi was still ranting, "Drag that whore out, out! I want her to pay for my son's life with hers!"
In such a situation, the police wouldn't allow her to see the dancer. After calming her down, they asked them to leave—either to file an appeal if discontent or wait for the judgment if otherwise.
"My son..." Madam Qi, failing to get her way, began to throw a tantrum sitting on the ground.
Bai Xuan looked at her and suddenly said, "Mother, that's enough. Stop disgracing yourself here."
Her attitude was so calm that it stunned everyone.
Madam Qi was taken aback and glared at Bai Xuan, "What did you say?"
"Isn't this disgrace enough?" asked Bai Xuan.
Everyone was shocked, looking at Bai Xuan.
