The piercing, slanderous comments floated over from nearby, and Yan Xinxin's fingers, holding her son's hand, tightened slightly.
These women had absolutely no idea what she had been through, yet they were spewing rumors they picked up from who-knows-where, deliberately speaking loudly enough for her to hear them.
But the most puzzling thing to her was their last sentence—Mo Chuxi was interested in Yan Zhirou?
Was such suffocating nonsense even possible?
"Xinxin, do you think it's not that people nowadays have become worse, but rather that bad people have just grown older?"
Her son suddenly asked her this in a loud voice.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment, then quickly understood.
She curved her soft lips into a smile and cast a sidelong, disdainful glance at the middle-aged women nearby.
"Xi, you're absolutely on point. Xinxin thinks so too. Especially those people who speak without discernment, spreading vicious lies—they're truly detestable…"
