"You... you dare to hit my mom, watch... watch how I'm going to deal with you!"
By now, Ji Jing had also come to her senses, screaming as she charged over, wanting to grab and hit Ye Qiao. Just as she raised her hand, it was tightly gripped by another palm. Ji Mo pushed her away and pulled Ye Qiao behind him.
"This has nothing to do with her. Get out of my house right now, or else... Don't blame me for being rude!"
"Rude!" Bai Qiuling panted with rage, yet also in fear of Ji Mo not daring to lay a hand on him.
After all, the opponent was a man, with a stature plainly visible; she too feared that Ji Mo would actually hit her.
Yet she couldn't swallow this putrid feeling. Grinding her teeth, she took a step back, snatched up the photo frame of Ji's mother from the piano, and smashed it to the ground with force.
The photo frame hit the floor, shattering the glass into several pieces, and the photograph of Ji's mother immediately slid out onto the ground.
"Stop it!"
