"You don't even have the qualifications to marry into the Li Family. What's the point in saying all this?"
Yan Xiaye calmed down and noticed that their quarrel had attracted attention from some people in the distance. She immediately tried to extricate herself, "I've said, I will divorce Li Beicheng. Everything else is up to your own abilities. Clinging to me is useless."
Yan Shuirou smiled sinisterly, "Really?"
Before the words had finished, she raised her arm high and swung it towards Yan Xiaye's delicate face, "You hit me and think you can leave without a scratch? There's no such cheap deal in this world!"
Seeing Yan Shuirou charge at her like a madwoman, Yan Xiaye obviously wasn't going to just stand there and take the hit.
Using the self-defense techniques she had learned in prison, she grabbed Yan Shuirou's wrist as it came at her, pushed and shoved, and after that, Yan Shuirou screamed in agony, collapsing weakly in front of her.
