Crashing onto the hard floor, Song Weiyi's buttocks throbbed with pain, making her gasp for breath.
As she looked up, she realized something even more despicable than being pushed down by her sister Fu Qishan, who was now straddling her, her right hand raised high, ready to strike down on her.
"Shameless old whore, seducing my dad to give birth to a little whore like you. Our family has benevolently supported you for years, only to find you're an ungrateful wolf. You carry the genes of a whore, completely inheriting your mother's ways. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of our dad."
Fu Qishan had completely lost her reason in anger. Her eyes were bloodshot, like a madwoman; she saw Song Weiyi as nothing but an enemy, wishing she could strangle her, kill her.
Song Weiyi was startled by such an aggressive stance; she had never been in a fight like this before.
