At these words, Wen Yiwan's face drastically changed.
She pointed at Wen Zhi with fierce words, "You dare!"
"What don't I dare?" Wen Zhi raised her neck, emphasizing each word powerfully, "You dare to mess around outside, why can't I tell my dad?"
"You—!" Wen Yiwan was furiously frustrated.
Wen Zhi didn't even blink an eye, "What, you want to teach me a lesson again? Go ahead and hit me. Since I returned yesterday, you've been lashing out at me, and about this morning when you came home disheveled..."
At this moment, each word Wen Zhi said made Wen Yiwan's face look uglier.
Finally, Wen Zhi pointed to her head, "It's all recorded here. If you're not afraid of me telling my dad, go ahead and hit me."
These words pressed down hard on Wen Yiwan's temper.
"Don't tell your dad, I will reflect on myself," Wen Yiwan clenched her back teeth, a blue vein throbbing on her forehead.
