Mr. Ning snorted, "What else could it be? You want to take her as your disciple, and I'm pissed off!"
"Pissed off?" Mrs. Xia Ning, ignoring the fact that he was her own brother, immediately raised her hand and, with a "smack," fiercely slapped him across the face.
Mr. Ning's face instantly swelled up at a visible rate, and fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, clearly showing how much force Mrs. Xia Ning had used.
"You wretched thing!" Mrs. Xia Ning trembled with rage, her eyes glaring death at him, "How dare you treat human life like grass just for your own selfish gain!"
Especially since Xia Ningxing could be the daughter she had been longing for over so many years!
Just thinking about how her daughter had nearly died at the hands of her half-brother made Mrs. Xia Ning wish she could stab him several times to quench the hatred in her heart.
