Xiang Caiping had flung that slap extremely hard. Even after that, she thought it was not hard enough.
"Who do you think you are? Huh?" Xiang Caiping didn't have the poise that Su Qingsang displayed.
She grabbed hold of Su Peizhen without hesitation. Her gaze had never been so grim. "Who are you to scold my daughter? Where are your manners? Did your parents teach you to act like this?"
"You…" Su Peizhen's face was still in pain She couldn't even cover her face with her hands since Xiang Caiping was grabbing hold of her.
She could only look at that woman. She had heard her. Her daughter? Who? Su Qingsang?
Since when was Su Qingsang her daughter? Before Su Peizhen sorted out her thoughts, Xiang Caiping flared up again. She could no longer hold herself back.
