The venom pouring from Chen Xinyi's lips was as visceral as it was unrestrained, each ugly slur and threat reflecting the sheer desperation of a woman watching her entire world crumble. Hui Ling maintained an air of imperious disdain through it all, though her nostrils flared minutely with her first crack of composure in the face of such uncivilized vitriol.
But it was Song Yu who reacted with the most profound offense. His handsome features contorted into an arrogant sneer of disgust as he shot to his feet, the expensive silk of his designer jacket whispering with the abrupt movement.
"How dare you speak of my mother in such a vulgar, unbecoming way, you depraved harridan!" he spat, eyes burning with livid fury over Chen Xinyi's shameless tirade.
