Han Jiajia was once again rendered speechless by Nan Zhifeng, her face flushed with anger as she said, "I am very confident in myself and our relationship. If Mingcheng didn't like me, he wouldn't have married me. And you, you are nothing!"
"If that's the case, why are you flaring up like this?" Nan Zhifeng remained calm and composed. "Your parents should have taught you to act with elegance and grace by now. Otherwise, with your caliber, even if you do enter the Ye Family's doors, you'll still be looked down upon."
"You..."
Han Jiajia was at a loss for words and, in a fit of anger, charged towards Nan Zhifeng, wanting to hit her.
"Oh my. Miss Han!" Sister Fang hurriedly held back Han Jiajia, "Calm down, please, calm down. Today, of all occasions, you really shouldn't stir up trouble. With so many people outside, it would look terrible if word got out."
