Gao Lin had never imagined that her truthful words would all turn into lies in the eyes of Ai Jiang.
She had gifted her so many things, and what was the result? The name she told her from the start was false!
Feeling incredibly aggrieved yet unable to defend herself, a mix of rage and frustration welled up inside her. Gao Lin stared at the pitiful, tear-streaked Ai Jiang, and suddenly, in a fit of anger, raised her hand and slapped her hard: "Well, you little wretch, how dare you deceive me!"
Gao Lin's slap was fierce, making Ai Jiang's upper body sway heavily to the side.
Quickly, a clear handprint of five fingers swelled up on Ai Jiang's face.
However, Gao Lin, enraged and not in her right mind, showed no intention of stopping. Gripping Ai Jiang's hair, she slapped her face again forcefully: "You accepted so many of my gifts and now you pretend not to know me? How audacious!"
