Yang Siru was livid. Ever since she discovered that Yun Muzhong had several mistresses and even got one of them pregnant, she almost went berserk. Everyone was treating her like a joke.
In the past, she had always looked down on others but bragged about herself. Every time she played mahjong with her so-called sisters, she would be unbearably haughty.
Now that everyone was aware of her embarrassing situation, their tones were loaded with mockery. She was not stupid and could naturally tell. This was all Yun Muzhong's fault.
Now, Yun Muzhong still wants me to get lost and give up my position to the little sl*ts? Fat chance!
Bam…! The sound of a punch shook the room. Yun Muzhong had struck her.
Yun Muzhong used her nails and hysterically clawed at Yun Muzhong's face.
