Su Tang staggered backward and shook her head. "I don't believe you! It must be that woman, she's sowing discord, isn't she? She wants to take my son away. Ye Xingling, return my son!"
Tears streamed down Su Tang's face and she charged right at Xia Ling.
Xia Ling could not react in time and was pushed backward, losing her balance. She knocked against the corner of the wooden desk and felt a sharp pain. As she tried to regain her footing, the world spun before her eyes and she fell to the ground with a whimper. She had no idea what was going on either, but her face had already turned pale.
Su Tang was about to push her again.
"Enough! Su Tang!" Li Lei had already come forward and pulled her aside.
