200: Where Did This Shrew Come From

Where Did This Shrew Come From

Upon hearing the words "hen who can't lay eggs", Yin Jiangxue went pale.0

As the saying goes, when one hits people, never go for the face, and when one is cursing people, never expose their shortcomings.

Her statement had prodded at the most sensitive spot in Yin Jiangxue's heart.

The viewers in the stream were furious.

　——[Where did this shrew come from? I want to slap her in the face!]

　——[Yin Jiangxue is involuntarily infertile, which is already painful enough, and this person is here adding salt to her wound. I'm furious!!!]

　——[Mama Yin loves kids so much, she even loves and cares for Shi Sui like a son, just to be mocked by a woman like that. How awful]

Sheng Guang immediately hugged Yin Jiangxue and calmed her in a low voice.

Yin Jiangxue's eyes were red.

The rich lady did not seem to be ashamed of her words, but, on the contrary, felt more entitled. "You're just envious of people who have children because you can't birth kids yourself, right? My son can do whatever he likes, and it still wouldn't be your place to lecture him!"

"That's enough!" The hardheaded boy suddenly cried out and looked toward Xiang Yi. Coldly, he spoke, "What did you say just now? Illegally trespassing onto someone's property? She's committing a crime now right, why aren't you calling the police?"

The rich lady was dumbstruck.

"Rong Rong, what are you saying? I'm your mother! You're telling strangers to call the cops on your mother?!"

Rong Huai's jawline tightened, turning away to avoid her.

Xiang Yi frowned deeply, the strange feeling in her heart getting more and more prominent.

Lao Wang from the planning department approached and spoke to her of the situation in a low whisper.

Xiang Yi was deep in thought for a few seconds, then spoke. "Fine, it's just a few eggs anyways, I don't care. Plus, you've already cleaned the coop as punishment. Off you go, I won't be seeing you off."

The crew: ???

How could she let it go just like that?

The netizens expressed their dissatisfaction once again: The Xiang woman is a typical kind who bullies the weak and fears the strong; she's probably scared of this rich lady because she has a lot of money, and therefore doesn't want to face her!]

"But..." Abruptly, the girl changed her tone. "Are you from the nearby Ming Xi Boys High School? Today is homecoming, I'll take you back to school, and you can each write a self critique in front of your head teacher."

The rich lady exclaimed, "Didn't you just say you don't care? Why do you need a self critique!"

However, the boys were excited.

Rong Huai gulped and restrained his emotions, pretending to be indifferent. "Sure, take us to school."

Xiang Yi: "I'll go drive."

"There's so many of us, your car won't fit."

"Don't worry we'll fit; it's a convertible."

Rong Huai thought to himself, could it be a convertible sports car?

A few minutes later.

Everyone watched as Xiang Yi pulled up in Little Rabbit Farm's convertible...tractor. Everyone fell into a bewildered silence.

Rong Huai's lips twitched. How can such a pretty big sister drive a...tractor?

"What are you all standing there for? Hop in, I have a tractor license." Xiang Yi said calmly.

Rong Huai stepped into the car with a blank expression.

The other boys followed.

"Rong Rong, get down! How could you ride in a car like this!" The rich lady demanded.

Rong Huai responded indifferently. "Because I want to. Aren't you busy? There're teachers at school anyway; you can leave now."

Upon hearing this, the lady hesitated.

She did have an afternoon tea salon to attend...

Plus, Ming Xi Boys School had strict policies. As long as they arrived at school, there was nothing to worry about.

Arriving at this thought, she pulled out her phone and transferred Rong Hua some more allowance money.

"Rong Rong, you have to listen to your teachers at school, okay? Mommy has something to do, so I'm going to leave now. Text me when you get back to school."

Seeing her disappearing silhouette, the corners of Rong Huai's lips curved up in irony.

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