"You dare to hit me?!"
Ye Qianqian covered her slapped cheek in disbelief, staring at the woman opposite her. In the next moment, the woman with widened, ferocious eyes grabbed a glass of red wine from the waiter's tray and splashed it onto Ye Nuanxi's face, "You cheap woman dare to chase the already married and fathered Huo Beichen. You wouldn't even have the chance to be his mistress!"
"Got the guts? Let him come out and play the hero now!"
After tossing the wine, Ye Qianqian was still not appeased. Remembering the slap she had received, she raised her hand to slap back, "You gave birth to such a cheap brat. Even if you wanted to be a mistress, they wouldn't want you!"
"I don't need a mistress!"
The deep and cold voice arose from behind her; the expected slap on her cheek never came. Ye Qianqian's raised hand paused mid-air as she stared wide-eyed behind her, "I don't even have a wife, where would a mistress come from? Does a single man need a mistress?"
