Yang Zimei was furious, took him back from the woman's hand, and roared, "What are you doing? Are you still a mother?"
"What I do is my business. I can do whatever I want with my son. You should stop meddling in other people's business."
The woman stretched out her hand to take the little boy over again, but Yang Zimei dodged away.[
"Sister, I don't want to follow my mother. Every day when I don't beg for enough money, she will beat me and won't give me food or new clothes to wear. Oh, sister, please take me away."
The little beggar cried sadly and grabbed Yang Zimei's arm tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would not want him.
Yang Zimei's heart tightened.
"Xiao Jin, you damn bitch, what did you say?"
The woman yelled angrily, "If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be a human being."
After saying that, she raised her palm to hit the little beggar in Yang Zimei's arms.
Yang Zimei reached out and grabbed her wrist, his black eyes as cold as cold light, piercing the woman.
The woman was tall and thick, and had considerable strength, but Yang Zimei grabbed her wrist and could not move.
She was frightened by Yang Zimei's cold gaze, which was as sharp as a sharp blade. Her originally fierce look softened, "You... don't mind your own business. This is my child. If I want to beat or scold, it's my business. It's not outsiders' business."
I can’t control it.”
"Outsiders can't control it? Haven't you heard that in this society ruled by law, even parents cannot hit their children casually. If you treat him like this, I will go to the police station to sue you for child abuse!"
Yang Zimei said angrily.
She really couldn't figure out how there could be such a mother in this world!
"I don't believe your nonsense. I just beat my son. The emperor can't do anything to me."
How does that woman know any laws? In her mind, children are the private property of their parents, and they can be beaten, scolded, and disposed of at will.
"Then let's go to the police station and have a look."
Because of Ye Qing, Yang Zimei decided to meddle in other people's affairs this time. She could never hand over this child named Xiao Jin to this woman with a vicious heart who didn't even care about flesh and blood.
"I'm not going to the police station, I'm not going to the police station..."
Regardless of whether it is illegal or not, ordinary people are afraid of dealing with the police. Although this woman believed that she had done nothing illegal, she still did not want to go to the police station, so she kept shouting.
"If you don't want to go, you have to go. Otherwise, give Xiao Jin to me and I will raise him."[
Yang Zimei said coldly.
"You raise him? What do you use to raise him? Even if you have money to raise him, I can't let you raise him. That's my child. I have to raise him by myself. I can't live without him."
women shouted.
"Oh, can't you live without him pitifully begging for money on the street every day? Using the money begged by your disabled son to gamble, a woman like you is really not worthy of the word mother!"
Yang Zimei sneered and said, "Even if it's a court trial, I won't let Xiao Jin come back to you."
"Is it an eyesore for my son to make money for me? Oh, I understand. You must be a group of scammers who want to take away my little gold and help you beg to make money. But he can earn at least fifty every day.
Lord of the block.”
The woman said with a look of sudden realization.
"Crack!"
Yang Zimei raised her hand and slapped her hard.
She was really angry.
In these two lives, she has experienced various ups and downs of the world, and has seen many excellent things, but she has never seen such a person who completely regards the poor children as a tool to make money.
