"It's fine." Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice.
The fragments of the vase scattered all over the floor. Chen Shiqing was thrown against the wall by him, making a heavy thud, then slumped to the ground, her face full of pain.
Mrs. Chen couldn't bear to watch, her eyes immediately reddening as she shouted angrily, "Fu Nancheng, don't go too far!"
Fu Nancheng curled his thin lips, "Huh, too far?"
"At the end of the day, it's just because she admires you. How can you be so cruel to a woman!" Seeing the blood trickling from the corner of her daughter's mouth, Mrs. Chen's heart was filled with both pain and sorrow.
"Compared to Mrs. Chen, my means are really insignificant. After all, Mrs. Chen sent her own daughter to the beds of two men, which is not something an average mother could do." Fu Nancheng smiled falsely, his voice very cold.
As soon as this was mentioned, murmurs of discussion filled the surroundings.
