"Was it you who snitched? Tell me, was it you who betrayed us, was it you who told Jin Wenhan and his son that we were here?" Sang Zhilan grew angrier as she spoke, and the angrier she became, the less she could control her own hands.
She stretched out her hand and grasped Tang Yuxin's neck, tightening her grip with force, as if she intended to strangle Tang Yuxin to death right there.
How deep must the hatred be to drive someone to such a vicious act?
Even if that person is one's own biological daughter.
Tang Yuxin simply stared at Sang Zhilan with a calmness so intense that, in contrast with the crazed Sang Zhilan, she seemed terrifyingly still and chillingly indifferent.
Just as Sang Zhilan was about to exert more force, a hand appeared from nowhere, landing directly on Sang Zhilan's wrist. Sang Zhilan felt as though the bones in her wrist were aching, as if they were about to be crushed by someone's grip.
