After confirming that there was no mistake, she threw away the remote control in her hand and jumped up from the sofa again. She turned around and grabbed Sweetie, who was still in a daze. With a push, she flipped Sweetie over the back of the sofa.
"B*tch!!"
A scream was followed by a loud slap.
"Ah—"
Caught off guard by the fall and slap, Sweetie cried out.
"B*tch! It's you! You're the one who informed me to catch me in the act! In the end, you ended up like this. B*tch, you scourge!"
Mrs. Xia grabbed her sweet hair tightly and tugged at her forcefully, wishing she could tear her hair off.
"Mrs Xia… I… I'm doing this for your own good…"
"Pfft! My home has been shattered by you and you still have the cheek to say that it's for my own good? I asked you to do it for my own good!"
The slapping sounds came again, accompanied by Mrs. Xia's unbearable curses and sweet screams.
