I saw Mother Bian's face alternating between shades of green and white, her mouth tightly drawn, standing there without uttering a word.
It was evident she was extremely nervous, but the fact she'd gone so many years without holding Shen Hetai accountable could mean she was driven by fear, and on the other hand, she must have felt affection for her son.
Confronting Shen Hetai would likely mean separating from her son.
I knew the best way to deal with these spineless cowards was to give them a harsh dose of reality. I wasn't here to find collaborators; I was here to find a useful knife, so there was no need to show them any courtesy.
"Now I've come to you, and I can still speak nicely, but in a few days when Mr. Shen's wife shows up, I'm afraid you and your son will have a hard time."
Upon hearing this, she instinctively raised her head, "What, what do you mean by that?"