Lu Yingxue's expression was unbearably sour.
"You gave birth to his child? Did you ask for my opinion first?" Lu Yingxue gritted her teeth as she asked.
Ye Ying bit her lip. "As long as Young Master Zhong agreed, that's all that matters. Miss Lu, you haven't officially registered your marriage with him yet, so I don't think you have the right to meddle in our affairs."
She didn't know where she got the courage, but she actually managed to cast off her usual timidity and speak this way in front of Lu Yingxue.
Lu Yingxue couldn't hold back any longer, raising her hand to slap her across the face.
Slap!
Slap!
Two consecutive sounds echoed.
Red, swollen handprints appeared on Ye Ying's face, but she showed absolutely no intention of backing down.
Just as Lu Yingxue was about to strike again, Zhong Yi reached out and firmly grabbed her wrist, saying, "Have you vented enough? Do you want to slap me a few times too before you'll feel satisfied?"
