"What nonsense are you talking about!" Han Wenxuan's normally calm and elegant face suddenly hardened, his eyes flashing with fright, when confronted by his ex-girlfriend's accusation.
"I'm talking nonsense?" Wu Meiting retorted with a cold sneer, arrogantly crossing her arms in front of her. "If one wouldn't do it, others wouldn't know. In Capital City, there seems to be nothing that I, Wu Meiting, couldn't find out. A phone call is all it takes to dig up every detail of that little demon's life, not even sparing her ancestors up to the eighteenth generation!"
From behind a pillar, Mu Xiangwan, whose fiery temper was ignited by such arrogant remarks, challenged, "Really? I'd love to see how Miss Wu could disrupt my Mu family's ancestors!"
A clear and arrogant voice echoed around the hall as Mu Xiangwan stepped out from behind the pillar, her stunning face showing a formidable aura.
