Qin Mei couldn't stand Han Xian's blatant slandering any longer and sternly silenced her.
"Shut up!"
Han Xian's face was contorted with hate. She was about to lose everything, feeling completely desperate, and there was no way she would let Qin Ruan get away with it.
She sneered, "Qin Ruan comes from West City, which is nothing but a gathering of lowlifes. Who knows what unspeakable things she picked up there over the years? I think she is..."
"Smack!"
Halfway through her sentence, a slap landed on her face.
Qin Anguo, angered, slapped her.
Han Xian was far from her previous gentle and weak pretense. Her face was twisted in rage, eyes filled with intense hatred for Qin Anguo.
All her plans had been messed up by Qin Ruan.
How could Han Xian not hate her?
After being with Qin Anguo for over a decade, the man had the nerve to hit her, and her hatred for him surged.
