"Ji Weixi, how dare you hit me!"
Ji Jianing leveled a deadly glare at Ji Weixi. An impulse to slam that woman's head into the wall and give it one almighty stomp arose within her.
Born pampered and held on a pedestal since she was born, Ji Jianing had never even been scolded, much less slapped—leading to her present spoiled, self-important personality.
On the other hand, Ji Weixi had been self-reliant even as a child. Her parents had her do her bidding as if she was some inferior being, and Ji Jianing certainly never thought of her as an elder sister, even belittling her.
And yet, she had been slapped by that same person she scorned—twice, and very loudly.
She even called her ugly—did she even know how much money was spent on her face!
Her face was now bloating in crimson rage. In fact, her entire self was about blow up.
