Hua Wenting, her schemes exposed, let out a cold laugh:
"Nan Sheng, you ungrateful wretch. Do you even know how you became famous in the first place? Don't you remember? If it weren't for me pulling strings, would you even be where you are today? Once you got famous, your true colors came out. Think back—how you wagged your tail like a lapdog in front of me, begging. Have you forgotten it all? Fine! I'll admit it—I want your reputation destroyed on purpose! I want to see you crawling back to me like a dog, needing me to survive!"
Nan Sheng, enraged by her words, slapped her hard across the face!
She lost her balance and fell to the ground, covering her face in shock and disbelief:
"You hit me? You dare to hit me?"
By now, Nan Sheng wasn't bothering to hide anything. The situation had already spiraled out of control, and there was no need to hold back anymore. With a dark expression, he stepped closer and said harshly:
