The slap was so sharp that Song Jianjun almost stopped standing.

Zhao Laidi's face turned red with anger, and even her small triangular eyes widened a lot. Her chest heaved violently, and she pointed at Song Jianjun and said, "You want to steal this embarrassing thing on your son's head, do you still want it?" Face?"

"If the rabbit doesn't eat the grass beside the nest, you are worse than a fucking beast!"

"You work on my mother and you become as tired as a dead dog. ...