She roughly knew why; to put it bluntly, it was because some people had lustful intentions. If her daughter had accepted that money and business cards back then, who knows how she would have been harassed in the future.

It is precisely because they have not obtained it that they are always unwilling to accept it, and they make all sorts of assumptions about your depravity in order to persuade you to reform, in order to satisfy their desire to preach and to facilitate their continued harassment.

She had seen far too many of these hypocritical beasts.

Ruan's mother looked at her two younger daughters seriously: "If you two encounter this kind of harassment in the future, you must call the police and tell your family immediately."

Ruan Mingxuan nodded seriously. Actually, she was fine. She had someone protecting her all the time, but she only let her guard down when she was at school.

Ruan's mother turned her gaze to Mingzhuo; her biggest worry was her youngest daughter.

Mingzhuo: "It's alright, no one would dare say such a thing to me."

At least at school, no one dared to say anything suggestive in front of her.

To be precise, she thought for a moment and added, "If anyone dares to talk nonsense in front of me, I'll use... my little fists to beat them half to death."

She originally wanted to say that she would stomp on the cerebellum of a failed genetically modified organism, but thankfully she stopped herself in time and used a more civilized way of saying it.

However, whether you use a big foot or a small fist, the effect is the same.

Her only worry is whether she might accidentally overdo it in self-defense. Sigh, that's a tough one, since she doesn't have a very good temper.

Ruan's mother and Ruan Mingying exchanged a glance, their worries and anxieties growing even stronger.

Sigh, Zhuozhuo is still such an innocent child, with her little fists, how can she not sound so cute?