Zhao Qiang's eyes were bleary with intoxication at this moment; he was practically unconscious and did not feel the chill emanating from Ye Ling.
He still thought that Ye Ling was the same old Ye Ling!
"Where did I hit her? Which eye of yours saw me hitting her? Without evidence, don't fucking spout nonsense here, be careful or I'll sue you for defamation!" Zhao Qiang cursed.
Ye Ling pulled Wang Shufen's hand over and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a swath of bruises.
Although she was not his biological mother, even Ye Ling felt a twinge of pain at the sight of her swollen face.
"Open your dog eyes wide and look, is this not your doing?" Ye Ling said coldly.
"Lingzi, forget it…"
Wang Shufen, unaware of the change that had occurred in Ye Ling, pulled at him, "Mom's fine, you don't have to worry about me. He doesn't recognize anyone after drinking; just don't let him hurt you."
"Shut your damn mouth!"
