Zhang Zifa's face didn't blush, and she wasn't even out of breath as she stood not far away looking at Yu Nana with a smug smile. Even at first glance, someone might believe she was only thirty years old.
She looked at Aunt Yu, who was obviously middle-aged, and provocatively said, "Didn't you want to hit me? You can't do it now? Hey, not to speak ill, but even if a woman is rich, she should still take care of her figure, you know. Look at that ring of fat around your waist—doesn't your man feel disgusted when he holds you?"
Yu Nana was infuriated, running towards Zhang Zifa again, though her speed had clearly slowed down a lot from the start, "I'll kill you!"
"Murder is illegal," Zhang Zifa retorted arrogantly, a smile playing on her lips, "But looking at you, it seems you'd drop dead from exhaustion before you could even lay a finger on me."
Yu Nana was truly at a loss for words and could only seethe with anger.
