Ning Wei took three quick steps forward, snatched the Hermès bag from Ning Mother's hand, threw it on the ground, and then stomped on it viciously.
Right away, Ning Mother screamed, "Ning Wei, have you gone mad?"
"You lowly mistress, you think you're fit to carry such a luxury bag? This bag was bought by my dad, which means it's my mom's money. Even if I trample it to shreds, I won't let you wear it!"
She had always tolerated her only because of Mr. Bo's connections, but now that Mr. Bo didn't take Ning Xia, that little slut, seriously at all, and with Mrs. Bo backing her, she was ready to take down whoever she wanted!
"You!" Ning Mother's cheeks flushed with anger, "Ning Wei, you dare treat me like this. I am going to be Mr. Bo's future mother-in-law. Just one phone call, and you'll be in trouble!"
"Ha, keep dreaming!"
