"Having time to care about paintings, you'd better worry about this shop instead, for it won't be yours for much longer." The woman looked at the Boss and his wife with mockery.
The Boss was stunned and anxiously asked, "What are you going to do?" Without this shop, they could no longer afford their daughter's medical expenses, and she would never wake up again.
"Just wait, and you'll find out. If you want to blame someone, blame them; if not for them, I wouldn't have to go this far." The woman pointed at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen. She did this, partly to show them that they were not to be trifled with.
"Lao Guo, this has nothing to do with them." The Boss's wife, weeping, lifted her head to look at her husband. Even without Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, she would have erupted when that little boy tore her daughter's painting. Nothing was more important than her daughter in her heart.
