Shen Yu's loud rebuke fell on Han Yun's ears, but she didn't care in the slightest.
"When have you people from the Shen Family ever treated me like family? In the past, you all just stood by and watched, didn't you? When Shen Hong wanted to hand me over to that scumbag from the Wuji Sect, where were you to stop him?"
Han Yun sneered.
"But you..."
"No need to say more," Han Yun coldly interrupted. "Whatever Chen Feng does, I will support."
"You wicked woman!" Shen Yu's voice was brimming with accusation. "You conspire with outsiders to harm the Shen Family; you won't die a good death."
Splat.
At this moment, Chen Feng had already approached Shen Yu.
The smack of a slap resounded as he struck Shen Yu squarely across her face.
On Shen Yu's cheek, a clear imprint emerged — five fingers.
"Han Yun has always been upright and honest, unlike the bullying Shen Family."
Chen Feng's tone was murderous.
Shen Yu was trembling in terror.
"I... I didn't do anything to you."
