Old Madam Han's slightly bent body couldn't help but tremble. Tears soon welled up in her turbid eyes, and the coldness and resentment in her old voice couldn't be concealed.
Yao Shuyi, who had been silent on the side and tolerated for more than a decade, suddenly rushed in front of Li Tongtong like she had gone mad. She raised her hand and slapped her fiercely.
"Slap! You ungrateful bastard! I'll beat you to death. I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
Thinking that her son had been carrying the name of a bane for the past few months, the anger in Yao Shuyi's heart became more and more vigorous, as if oil was poured on it.
"My child has just been born and he hasn't even been four months old. How could you do this? How could you treat a newborn baby like this?
"Didn't you dislike me and want me to die so you can take my position as Mrs. Han? Come, come kill me. I'm standing right in front of you right now. Kill me!"
