"Why not? You allow your son to bully my daughter? You don't allow my daughter to hit your son?" This time, Mu Wanyue straightened her back, walked to Tang Jie's mother with determination, and retorted without giving in.

"Heh." Tang Jie's mother sneered, her face trembling. She took a step forward, stared at Mu Wanyue, and said disdainfully: "Mu Wanyue, you also cooperate with me to talk like this, what's wrong with beating your daughter? If my son didn't like her, I would have let him divorce her long ago. A chicken that can't lay eggs is not worthy of being the young mistress of my Tang family." As she said, she was about to push Mu Wanyue with a palm.

Tang Jie's mother weighs two or three hundred pounds. If this palm lands on her, even if she is a domineering mother, she will inevitably be injured.

Seeing this scene, Yan Mo reacted quickly and came to their side quickly, blocking his mother Mu Wanyue and sister Yan Jing behind him.

Tang Jie's mother narrowed her eyes. The palm strike did not stop because of Yan Mo's appearance. On the contrary, she increased the strength. As long as it was a member of the Yan family, no matter who it was, she would not hold back.

Just as the palm was about to fall on Yan Mo, A Biao, who was standing by, saw that the proprietress was in danger, and quickly came to Yan Mo's side and grabbed Tang Jie's mother's hand, making her unable to move.

"Who are you?" Tang Jie's mother roared.

Ah Biao ignored him and asked Yan Mo with concern:

"Miss Yan, are you okay?"

"fine."

Yan Mo turned around and glanced at her mother Mu Wanyue and sister Yan Jing behind her. Seeing that they were fine, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Yan Jing, take Mom to the sofa to rest."

Yan Jing did not move, staring at the woman held by A Biao. Deep hatred emerged in the depths of her eyes, and her fists were clenched tightly. That hatred was obviously deeper than her hatred for Tang Jie.

The mother-in-law has made a great contribution to the current life of her and Tang Jie. She still remembers that the first time Tang Jie hit her, it was completely instigated by her mother.

She also kept a mistress and gave birth to a son for the Tang family. She really didn't believe that this was not done by her mother-in-law.

If possible, Yan Jing would like to beat her up right now.

"Yan Jing." Yan Mo frowned at his sister and patted her shoulder, the meaning was self-evident.

The Tang family brought a lot of people with them, and Si Ze left again. Now she was left with only her two original bodyguards and A Biao. Si Ze had an urgent matter to deal with at the company just now, and before leaving, he wanted to leave more people with her. But when she saw that Tang Jie was half dead, and Qin Bihong couldn't find anything, she only left the people who had followed her.

However, what she didn't expect was why Zhang Caifeng came and brought so many people with her. It was obvious that she knew the situation in advance.

It is obviously not appropriate to have too much conflict now.

Yan Jing reluctantly withdrew her gaze and said solemnly, "Sister, Zhang Caifeng, this woman is very powerful."

"Yeah." Yan Mo smiled and gave Yan Jing an expression that made her feel at ease.

Afterwards, Yan Jing took Mu Wanyue back to the sofa.

After sending Yan Jing and the others away, Yan Mozhong turned back again, looked at Zhang Caifeng coldly, and said, "Zhang Caifeng, I don't want to argue with you either. Things have already happened, so let's talk it out!"

Zhang Caifeng glanced at A Biao who had grabbed her. This man seemed to have real kung fu skills. Ordinary people could not hold her, let alone defeat her in one move. Zhang Caifeng knew that the people she brought with her were good at scaring people, but when it came to fighting, they were all good-looking but useless.

As a businesswoman, Zhang Caifeng's forte is negotiation, as opposed to force.

Weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Caifeng nodded: "Okay, how do you want to negotiate?"

"Divorce, Tang Jie and my sister are getting divorced, and the custody of Tangtang will go to my sister." Yan Mo stated his purpose straight away without hesitation.

Mu Wanyue, who was sitting on the sofa, heard Yan Mo's words. She glanced at her little daughter and felt a little regretful for her impulsiveness. In the end, she did not object. She married her daughter into the Tang family, gave gifts to please the in-laws, treated Tang Jie well every time, and treated Tang Jie better than her own daughter. What was the reason for this? She just wanted her daughter to live a good life in the Tang family.

What does she get in return now? He abuses her daughter, keeps mistresses, plays with women, and gives birth to a son for the Tang family. If her daughter can't give birth, Mu Wanyue will accept it. This is not a feudal society. It is the right to decide whether to have a son or a daughter. Everyone knows that it is the man's fault, but they put the blame on her daughter. In such a family, if her daughter wants to divorce, she will not stop her. After all, she was the one who started it first.

Zhang Caifeng had no objection and nodded: "Okay, divorce is fine, but your sister beat my son, and this account cannot be settled like this. Also, I was the one who provided her with food, clothing and shelter in our Tang family over the years, so you have to pay for it for me." As she spoke, she took over the computer handed to her by her subordinates and started calculating quickly on it.

A few minutes later, he held the computer in front of Yan Mo and showed it to her.

Seeing the numbers on the computer, Yan Mo laughed out loud and clapped his hands, saying "good".

Zhang Caifeng thought Yan Mo agreed, so she laughed too. She had calculated that based on the Yan family's financial situation, it would be difficult to come up with this amount, but it was still possible.

Yan Mo suddenly stopped smiling, looked at Zhang Caifeng at the table opposite, and uttered two words:

"No."

"No?" Zhang Caifeng was also stunned, then her face turned cold, and then she seemed to remember something and smiled again:

"If you say you don't have any, I won't make it difficult for you. You still have four supermarkets at home! I can barely accept it if you use four supermarkets as a payment."

"Impossible." Yan Ming, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up with red eyes and shouted angrily.

Yan Mo waved at Yan Ming, who suppressed his anger and sat down.

"Ms. Zhang has a big appetite!" Yan Mo said with a smile.

"Not bad, Miss Yan, how is it? You don't want your sister to suffer again in my house, do you? If we divorce, with your sister's looks, she can definitely find a better one." After a pause, her face changed and she continued, "If we don't divorce, and she hits my son, I will definitely hit her back. Don't feel bad then."

"Are you threatening me?" Yan Mo said with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Zhang Caifeng nodded fearlessly. She didn't take the people from the Yan family seriously at all.

"Zhang Caifeng, do you still have any shame? When other families get divorced, it is the man who compensates. But your son is like that, and you still want my family to compensate you? You're dreaming." Mu Wanyue, who was lying on the sofa, couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and pointed at Zhang Caifeng and cursed.

However, after receiving another look from Yan Mo, he sat back on the sofa.

“Cough cough cough…”

At this moment, Tang Jie, who had been frightened unconscious, woke up. He heard the conversation between his mother and Yan Mo clearly and suddenly shook his head at Zhang Caifeng.

Yan Mo and Zhang Caifeng saw it at the same time.

Zhang Caifeng thought her son didn't want to get divorced and didn't care.

"Ms. Zhang, take a look at this. Is your son worth that?" Yan Mo pointed at the miserable Tang Jie and said disdainfully, "You're dreaming, but I don't have time to waste with you, and I won't beat around the bush with you." As he spoke, he pushed the divorce agreement in his hand to Zhang Caifeng across from him: "Take a look."