In the shocked and perplexed gaze of Ou Liya, Zhuang Xueqi's voice was mocking, "Are you looking down on me?"
Ou Liya shook her head in confusion, "I didn't, Miss Zhuang, did Shen Mingzhu say something to you?"
Ou Liya simply couldn't understand why Zhuang Xueqi wouldn't be going after Shen Mingzhu, punishing her severely?
Why hit her?
"In your eyes, am I, Zhuang Xueqi, even inferior to Shen Mingzhu, a married woman from the countryside? Do you think I need to guard against her stealing my man?"
"No, I just..."
"Just wanted to use me to deal with Shen Mingzhu, thinking I'm stupid?"
Slap.
Zhuang Xueqi backhanded her with another slap, sending Ou Liya stumbling backwards several steps, crashing into the vase.
The loud shatter of the vase drew everyone in the living room over.
Under the gaze of the young ladies, some curious, others watching as if it were a show, Zhuang Xueqi approached Ou Liya step by step, her expression disdainful.