She had a decent make-up, and her simple black dress was of high quality. She gathered her silk shawl, looked around, and said with a condescending tone: "Are you recording a show? I order you not to allow any of my shots to appear in the later stages, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

When she arrived, she only knew that her son was at the Bunny Farm and had no idea that there was a live broadcast there.

Everyone in the program team: ???

Madam, who are you?

The live broadcast room has more viewers:

——【Tsk tsk, what a big frame】

——[Does she not know that this is a live show? ]

——[Emm, such a strong sense of superiority, it seems like he always puts on airs]

Xiangyi stood up leisurely: "Ma'am, what can I do for you? This is my home. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to barge in without even saying hello?"

"Please find someone who is qualified to talk to me." The lady interrupted her rudely.

Xiangyi raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and wondered whether she should ask the security guard to throw the man out.

Li Jianyu motioned the photographer to move the camera away and said politely, "Madam, we are straight..."

"You are the director? You should be the person with the most say here. That's good. I don't like dealing with those actors anyway."

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely cold.

Li Jianyu frowned: "Ma'am, please be careful with your words. Being an artist is also a job! All people are created equal!"

The lady rolled her eyes in disdain, not wanting to argue about this topic with him anymore, and got straight to the point: "Where's my son? I want to see him!"

At this time, the naughty kids finally finished cleaning the chicken coop and were brought over by the planner Lao Wang.

He had just gotten some information and felt that the situation was more serious than he had imagined and it might not be something that could be easily resolved.

The lady saw her son at a glance and exclaimed: "Rongrong, how did you get the wound on your face?!"

When the thorny boy saw her, his face suddenly changed. He turned around and was about to leave, but he heard his mother screaming, "Isn't it just taking a few rotten eggs from you? Do you know who my husband is?! You actually hit my son!"

Xiang Yi said calmly, "Let me correct you. First, his injury was not caused by us. Second, we don't care who your husband is. Third, taking something without permission is called stealing. What they did is not called taking, it's called stealing."

The girl's logic is clear, well-reasoned and convincing.

On the other hand, the rich lady acted like a shrew: "What's the point of stealing? They are just too stressed out by their studies! How about this? I'll pay you to let them come to your place regularly to relieve stress! Name your price!"

She had heard from wealthy ladies in the circle about this trick. If the child was under a lot of pressure, what was wrong with going to get some things? All she had to do was pay a small amount to the stationery store or convenience store later.

Even the shop owners welcome children.

Xiangyi's worldview was severely impacted. She asked back, "You mean, you paid these kids to steal things?"

"I told you it's for stress relief! Don't you understand what I'm saying? You keep calling me a thief. Why are you talking so harshly?"

The prickly-haired boy looked at his mother coldly.

The other teenagers had numb expressions, as if they were used to it.

Their families also adopted the same solution.

Yin Jiangxue, who had been patient for a long time, said angrily: "As a mother, don't you want to think about how to teach your child well, but use this unconventional way to solve the problem?"

The lady glanced over. She also watched movies, so she recognized Yin Jiangxue and sneered, "Who did I think she was? Turns out she's just a hen that can't lay eggs. How dare you criticize others?"