At this moment, Na Amo truly wanted to kill Zhou Rong.
"Aunt Mo."
The girl's soft call pulled her from hatred, and Na Amo looked up to meet Rong Xianning's worried gaze.
Na Amo calmed down instantly.
She loosened her grip on Zhou Rong's neck and looked down coldly at her.
"The seventeen years my son lost cannot be recovered. You, the culprit, I will sue you. Spend the rest of your life atoning in prison."
But this was far from enough.
Na Amo was not planning to let her off so easily.
Knowing that her biological son had been deliberately abused and exploited by Zhou Rong and her husband for so many years, she felt her heart torn apart. Never underestimate a mother's love and determination for revenge.
Zhou Rong hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reacted, "Na Amo, on what grounds can you sue me? I raised Rong Xianning, what right do you have to sue me?"
