The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, and the more she lost her mind.
Carly only wanted to make Qiao Xiaren seem worthless, so she could rightfully take everything from her. Her eyes seemed to burn with two flames as she approached Qiao Xiaren step by step.
Qiao Xiaren's expression remained indifferent, and suddenly she raised her hand and slapped her. It wasn't too heavy, but it wasn't light either.
"You hit me?" Carly was slapped, turning her face, and looked at Qiao Xiaren in disbelief. She had grown up without even her mother laying a finger on her; how could Qiao Xiaren, a mere bastard, dare?
"Bitch, who do you think you are to hit me? Daughter of a shameless mistress, you stole what belonged to my mother and me at the Qiao Family, and you dare to lay hands on me? No wonder you're so cheap, I met Si Limo first, and you snatched him away! Turns out you're just like your mother, the same cheap third-party trash..."
