"Shut up, Fan Rou, who are you, a bastard child, to talk about me? You and your mother, you're both shameless bitches just the same." Xia Shi cursed vehemently.
"You're so noble, born of the legitimate wife, yet what's the difference between you and a mistress in what you do?" Ye Ranran retorted.
She grabbed Fan Rou's hand and fiercely slapped Xia Shi twice: "Does that feel good? If it's not satisfying, slap her a few more times."
Fan Rou went back and forth, hitting her twice more.
After the slapping was done, she said to Ye Ranran, "That felt great."
"You... I will not let you two get away with this." Xia Shi, with a face red as a beet, glared with fury.
"That's funny coming from you, did you ever think of letting me go? Can you tell me when exactly?" Ye Ranran cocked her head slightly, her large eyes swirling with curiosity, she asked very earnestly.
Xia Shi: "..."
