"You vixen! You harlot! Just watch, I'll tear your face apart!"
"Come on, then! Come and get me... Xiaohao's holding my hand right now; how else would I have his phone?"
Yan Xixi, deciding to go all out, raised her hand and sent over two extremely suggestive and provocative photos from her phone. As expected, the woman on the other end exploded, "You vixen! You harlot! Damn you, harlot! I'll kill you both!"
"Come on, who's afraid of you? Xiaohao and I are at the XX Club. Today, he was so happy he announced to his friends that we're expecting a son, and he even said he's going to marry me openly and properly... You old hag, go die! If you have any sense, divorce Xiaohao immediately! If you dare to come, I dare to end you!"
A busy signal sounded from the other end; the other party had hung up.
Yan Xixi calmly hung up, turned off her phone, and with a casual flick of her hand, sent it plummeting from the 27th floor.
