Jian Qing raised her eyelids slightly, glancing at her, "Just now, wasn't it embarrassing enough for you?"
Thinking of what just happened, Yang Xiang was seething with anger, "Jian Qing, don't get too carried away."
If it wasn't for her, her uncle wouldn't have asked her to leave the dining room. It was all her fault.
Ever since she arrived, she has been stealing the love of my grandfather. Now, even her uncle is siding with her. How can she have all the good things?
"I am pleased. What are you going to do about it?" Jian Qing crossed her arms, looking at her with a mocking semi-smile.
"You..." Yang Xiang raised her hand to point at her, fuming.
"Do not point fingers at me or I will break your hand just like I did to Xiang Cheng. Don't believe me? Try me."
Jian Qing took a step forward, and Yang Xiang got scared and took a step back.
Immediately, she hid her hand behind her back.
She did not want her hand to be broken like Xiang Cheng's.
