Mu Qingli neither dodged nor gave way; she firmly took the slap, and a pale face immediately bore five bright red finger marks.
She indifferently lifted her gaze, looking down on Zhu Cuiping with dark, exquisite phoenix eyes, "With this slap, you have severed the only affection between us as mother and daughter, and also severed any connection between us…"
The voice sounded as if coated with a layer of frost.
Zhu Cuiping, trembling with rage, cursed, "You little bitch, how dare you talk back! An ungrateful cur! I should have let you freeze to death in the snow back then! Had it not been for me, you would have died a long time ago! Now that your wings are hardened, you dare to talk back and even dared to splash sulfuric acid on Zhenzhu! I, I, I will beat you to death today!" With each word, Zhu Cuiping grew more agitated and, seizing an iron shovel at hand, she fiercely smashed it towards Mu Qingli.