Blackmail

Inside the Mo house, Mo Yan stared at the woman in front of her with a look of disbelief on her face. Never in her fifty years of life had she seen a woman as shameless as the one in front of her.

If not for the fact that she had honed her patience and temper, she would have drilled this woman's head into the wall, and she would have certainly felt thrilled about doing so. 

" What did you …just say to me?" Though her words were calm as Mo Yan questioned the woman in front of her, they splintered and cracked at the end as she tried her best to restrain her temper. 

Shen Tu, who sat on the opposite side of the tea table, smiled arrogantly. It was as if she had everything in control, and Mo Yan wished to tell her that she did not have anything in control. If not for the fact, that she had her hand placed on the thigh of her husband, the latter would have jumped on Shen Tu.