"You cheap woman, I'll kill you no matter what today." Zhou Shiran picked up her bag and slammed it at Cheng Yujie.
Cheng Yujie didn't even try to dodge, letting her hit, her hair was scattered in an instant, her forehead was scratched by the chain and it was a ghastly sight.
"You dare hit my wife, are you looking to die?" An Jiancheng grabbed Zhou Shiran's hair and forcefully tossed her aside.
A strand of Zhou Shiran's hair immediately fell off, and An Jiancheng didn't stop there, delivering several hard slaps to her face. "I told you not to touch her even once, didn't you hear me?"
Zhou Shiran cried out in despair. "I'm your wife, and yet you hit me for a mistress. Everyone come and see this!"
"Damn it, you're still screaming... Get out!" An Jiancheng, in a rage, dragged Zhou Shiran out of Cheng Yujie's place.
Cheng Yujie closed the door and faced the now quiet room, the sorrow and sadness on her face gone.
