Yu Ting interrupted Shen Ruchu's call for help, a playful smile on her face. She shook her slightly sore hand from all the slapping, giving the impression she might land another slap at any moment. "You've been slapped four times by a girl, and you have the nerve to call for help?"
Isn't Shen Ruchu supposed to be proud and confident?
"You meddle in other people's marriages, and you have the nerve to call for help?"
"Oh, wrong... You tried to meddle but failed. Does my husband pay any attention to you?"
"After all this, you still have the nerve to call for help?"
Yu Ting's series of questions left Shen Ruchu's face flushed and her eyes full of blood vessels.
Furious.
If she could physically rip someone apart, she would tear this rude, uneducated, foul-mouthed girl in front of her to shreds.
"I've already slapped you four times today. If you want to announce it all over the internet, go ahead. I've even thought of a headline for you."
