C562 The Fat Meat Can't Compete with the Solid Wood

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Before Gao's mother could utter a word, the fat woman preemptively lashed out, bellowing at her, "Are you blind? This is the VIP service area. What are you doing here?"

"Excuse me, what kind of way is that to talk?" Gao's mother, a formidable matriarch at home, always presented herself with a pleasant demeanor to others.

But that didn't mean she lacked a temper