Mrs. Yan heard the conversation at the other end and let out a cold laugh, "Little girl, there's no need to fish for information from me. Since you already know your mother is alive, then come over. My patience is somewhat limited."
"Oh, if I don't come over, what will you do? You're not going to kill my mom, are you?" Tang Anzhi said with feigned indifference. Then her voice turned sharp: "You've held my mom captive for eighteen years, your hearts are indeed thoroughly black!"
Hate filled her eyes! The thought that her mother had suffered for so many years without her knowing angered her.
Thinking of this, Tang Anzhi's eyes still reddened somewhat.
"You're wrong, your mother isn't our prisoner; she's here of her own will. She just doesn't want to see or talk to you. Of course, if you make me happy, then I might persuade your mom to see you," Mrs. Yan's face showed a trace of scorn.
Hearing this, Tang Anzhi really wanted to laugh at these people's shamelessness.
