The man's words became more and more unbearable, simply too offensive to the ear.
Chen Zhi's face turned red with anger. She slapped his hand away, her eyes icy, "Show some respect, please! You have no right to speak ill of my mother!"
Si Ye's eyes narrowed dangerously, looking even more furious than Chen Zhi.
"Did I say anything wrong? If you can climb into my bed for money, your mother is certainly no better!"
"You're shameless!" Chen Zhi raised her wrist, about to slap his face.
The man grabbed her hand, a twisted smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Don't act like a paragon of virtue, and don't forget who you are!"
Throwing Chen Zhi's hand aside, he suddenly got up, slammed the door, and left.
Chen Zhi trembled with rage, her eyes reddening. She sniffed, holding back tears.
It's nothing, this humiliation was nothing at all; what kind of humiliation hadn't she faced? This couldn't make her sad.
