When that woman saw Xixi's parent coming, she boldly pointed at the car behind her and said, "What has she done to me? Look for yourself—she smashed my car window. Do you know how much this is worth? And she even shamelessly said she would compensate me?"
"What are you going to compensate with? Compensate with your face?"
The woman looked at her newly purchased Lamborghini, feeling the pain deep in her heart, and her words turned vicious.
"Just the money for this pane of glass is enough to buy a Filipino maid. I only scolded her a couple of times and kicked her once, that's letting her off easy!"
Xia Weiyi and Wen Zao looked at each other, their faces both darkening.
Xixi is just a child, seeing her mommy and Wen Zao not talking, she got scared and cried again, sobbing and intermittently apologizing.
"Mommy, brother, Xixi, Xixi was wrong, Xixi won't be naughty again, Xixi will go, go and apologize to that auntie, mommy isn't angry with Xixi, not angry—"
