"Lu Jihan, you bastard! I haven't even settled the score with you for raping me six years ago, and now you're trying to take my son away from me? I'll fight you to the end!"
Before the words were even out of her mouth, Song Yinyin, driven to the extreme, lost all rationality.
Like an angry wildcat, she lightly pushed Song Dabai onto the sofa, then lunged forward and grabbed Lu Jihan's arm.
Her face flushed with fury, she scratched and yelled, occasionally kicking at his knees, ranting angrily while tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"You Lu, I'll fight you to the death! My son is mine, no one can take him, not even if you're the Emperor!"
Song Yinyin really went all out, throwing punches and kicks at Lu Jihan without a care. She might not have much strength, but a frenzied wildcat is still dangerous.
Lu Jihan's handsome face, chest, and arms had scratches of varying degrees.
