"Qin Yuyan, what era do you think we're in now? Do you think we're still decades ago when getting engaged was almost the same as getting married? That sort of thing is long out of fashion. What does it matter if you're engaged to Yifan? He doesn't love you anymore. He's going to marry me, so please leave here."
Pointing to the entrance of the banquet hall, Xue Panpan shouted with a livid face.
"Leave? Xue Panpan, who do you think you are, huh? If someone else were standing here today, I might have wished you both well for the sake of the love Yifan and I once had. But as long as it's you, Xue Panpan, don't even think about it."
Without the slightest fear, Qin Yuyan raised her hand and slapped Xue Panpan again.
After two unexpected slaps, Xue Panpan was already seething with anger, especially since it was in front of more than a thousand guests; she felt utterly humiliated.
