It doesn't matter if you falsely accuse Lao Tzu.

The voice of rage came from the top of her head. Xia Yimo was knocked down on the ground by the brutal bump just now. Before she could respond, she kicked her with a heavy foot. All of a sudden, Xia Yimo's painful face was twisted together.

"Damn, stinky woman," the fat man squatted down and lifted the tray. Sure enough, there was a card under it. He picked it up and looked at Spade A on it. Two small eyes stared at it like a brass bell. His mouth twitched and he shook the card on Xia Yimo's face fiercely....