Yin Qi forcefully threw off Han Mingxue's hand and pointed at Zhou Rou's nose, cursing, "You despicable woman, I wish I had exposed your foxy facade earlier! Someone capable of drugging my brother and extorting him back then, how virtuous could you possibly be? I just regret not realizing back then that it was you!"
Han Mingxue found Yin Qi's words strange and suspiciously looked at Zhou Rou—could she really have done those things?
Zhou Rou's face changed drastically. She hadn't expected Yin Qi to know about this. Does that mean Mrs. Yin knows too?
Before she could come up with an excuse, Mrs. Yin abandoned Mrs. Han and stormed toward Zhou Rou with fiery eyes, yelling, "So it was you? I'll beat you to death today! This is for my grandson!"
Mrs. Yin had completely lost her composure at this point. The grace and poise of an elegant matron were long gone. The only thought left in her mind was to tear this woman's face to shreds and scratch it up.
