"Ah..." Fang Xiaomei screamed miserably, collapsing to the ground, her eyes revealing a look of terror, staring at Wang Cheng!
"Humph, you old hag, if it weren't for your big mouth urging my son to go make trouble with that kid, would my son be like this now? Do you still have the face to cry!" Wang Cheng stared at Fang Xiaomei, pointing single-handedly at his son Wang Zheng's legs that would tremble from time to time, saying sternly, "Do you know my son almost got indirectly killed by you?!"
Fang Xiaomei looked at Wang Cheng with a pale face. She originally thought that even if the matchmaking didn't work out between them, they would still be good colleagues, and when meeting, even if not dining together, they'd greet each other cordially. But unexpectedly, Wang Cheng greeted her with a kick, and Fang Xiaomei was utterly baffled, completely unable to react.
