The slap made Yang Chuxia furious.
The matter with Yang Dongxue wasn't what she wanted.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Xiaochuan was also shocked by Ms. Luo's sudden move and rushed forward to hold the ferocious-looking Ms. Luo.
"Why are you going crazy for no reason?"
"I'm going crazy? My daughter's life is gone, and you say I'm going crazy?" Ms. Luo refused to be restrained by Yang Xiaochuan and started kicking him with her legs, "You shameless bastard, you have both a son and a daughter, but I only have two daughters. Now that one is dead, you're still stopping me, because the one who died wasn't your son, you don't feel the pain."
"If Yang Qingle were the one who died, let's see if you can still talk like this."
Yang Qingle was Yang Xiaochuan's only son at the moment, born to Ms. Hong, and he cherished him like a treasure. Hearing Ms. Luo curse his beloved son, he naturally wouldn't stand for it and slapped Ms. Luo in return.
