"Mom! Damn girl, let go of me!" Yi turned her head and snapped at Ping, this damn country bumpkin.
"Ping, let her go." Ziyang gave Yi a cold glance and told Ping.
Ping nodded and said to Yi, "Miss Song, if you want to fake a fall and blame others, then do it outside! Don't pretend to fall in our shop!"
After saying that, she released Yi's hand and stepped back a few paces to keep her distance.
Yi glared fiercely at Ping, then hurriedly walked over to her mom, squatted down, and held her hand, anxiously asking, "Mom, how's your foot?"
Mom Song sat on the ground, not daring to move at all, her face pale and twisted in pain.
"I..."
"She just has a broken leg," Ziyang kindly spoke on behalf of Mom Song.
"What?! You actually broke my mom's leg!" Yi looked in shock at her mom's leg, then turned to Ziyang and said, "I'm calling the police!"
