SLAP!
Su Mengqing's body trembled violently as she shakily lifted her hand. Then, she fiercely struck her own tear-streaked face.
"Is that enough? Are you satisfied now?" she sobbed, turning her head to scream hysterically.
"Not enough. Not even close."
Lin Fan finally stopped tapping on his phone. The sight brought immense relief to Zhang Meili and the others, who had been watching, scared out of their wits. It was as if they had been granted a great pardon.
"Su Mengqing, drop the act like you're the one who has been wronged to death!" Lin Fan looked up from his phone, his eyes bloodshot. "Compared to what your Su family did to my mother, you haven't even started to pay the interest! What right do you have to feel wronged? You still have no idea how you even got to where you are today!"
"Fine, fine, fine… You've won. You and your mother have won. I, Su Mengqing, am the despicable one! I'm the one with a cruel heart!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
