Xu Mohan's expression turned cold, and he suddenly stood up, his gaze becoming intensely sinister.
Jun Xiangyi fearlessly met his gaze, her lips curling slightly. "Xu Mohan, I have no interest in your wilted, poor excuse of a concubine. If I had wanted her dead, she would have been killed by my hand on the day you married. I don't love you, so what makes you suspect me again and again of attacking her and her son? This slap is my response to you. Remember, next time before you so carelessly suspect someone, make sure to have evidence ready."
Xu Mohan clenched his fists tightly, "Get out!"
"I was going to leave, but now I won't. I want to see who'll be the one leaving first." Jun Xiangyi leapt agilely, landing on the sofa opposite him, challenging him with her stare.
