"Why? Are you in pain?"
Ning Dai wouldn't be frightened by her, so she smiled coldly.
"Or are you saying that you, the eldest miss, openly begged to be my husband's mistress, and now that I've seen through you, you're ashamed and angry and want to make a move?"
Her words were full of mockery. When had An Nanxu ever suffered such grievance? How could she endure it? She walked straight over and raised her hand, wanting to give Ning Dai a slap.
Seeing her raise her hand high up, Mo Chen furrowed his brows tightly. In the next second, he wanted to help Ning Dai block it. However, Ning Dai was already prepared. How could she let An Nanxu succeed?
Before An Nanxu's hand could land, Ning Dai had already grabbed onto her wrist tightly.
"You're still too inexperienced to fight with me."
As soon as she finished speaking, An Nanxu suddenly felt a piercing pain.
"Ah!"
