As a fiery pain spread across her cheek, Xu Qiaoqiao had yet to fully comprehend what had just happened.
She instinctively reached up to touch her smacked face, staring at the orphanage director, stunned and shocked.
The director was shaking all over, her voice trembling, "Xu Qiaoqiao, I never thought you could be so ruthless towards Mengxian. I know you two don't like each other, I know you've had disagreements after leaving the orphanage. But, no matter what, she's still your sister, the one you grew up with!"
Xu Qiaoqiao bit her lip, a metallic, sweet taste gradually filled her mouth.
Her lip was probably split from the slap.
She moved her lips and swallowed the blood, then looked at the director.
She attempted a smile, feeling some pain from the wound.
But that pain could not match the pain in her heart.
She spoke mockingly, "What have I done now?"
After all, false blame was always forced upon her.
