"The shameless one is you!!" Mo Qiansu looked down at her with disdain.
After speaking, she rubbed her wrist and her sore, red-swollen palm. The slap Mo Qiansu delivered was merciless, sending Pei Maoyan, who had been carrying herself with haughty arrogance, flying from her chair to the ground.
Pei Maoyan never expected Mo Qiansu to dare slap her. It caught her completely off guard.
The side of her face that was hit instantly swelled up. Pei Maoyan, gripped by emotion, stood up too quickly and, as a result of her high heels twisting, fell to the ground again, her face contorting with pain.
At this moment, Pei Maoyan was at the peak of embarrassment.
She took a deep breath, propped her hand against the edge of the table, and struggled to her feet to regain some dignity.
"You lowlife, you dare to hit me?!! Do you know who I am?!!" Pei Maoyan's eyes were like two sharp daggers fixed on Mo Qiansu, her chest heaving violently.
