"Smack—"
The crisp sound of a slap rang out, cutting off Sun Xuehui's endless tirade.
Even now, Sun Xuehui still felt they were right to scheme against Young Master Sun, and she pushed all the responsibility onto An Ran.
"Sun Xuehui, I told you, someone like Young Master Sun isn't someone you people can scheme against. You think just because Jiajia slept with him she can become the Young Madam of the Sun Family? Where the hell is your brain? At this point, we can only accept our fate, or the entire An Family will be dragged down with you."
Sun Xuehui was completely stunned by An Youcai's slap; how could she even process what he was saying?
She lifted her head, eyes almost splitting with rage as she glared at An Youcai. Her hair had come loose and covered half her face, but her twisted expression was still clearly visible.
