Chu Jiao held her forehead, blood flowing down, a sight that made people shudder.
Her pretty face, perfect fair skin, now stained with blood, looked quite terrifying.
Su Xiaomeng did not hold back when throwing the cup at Chu Jiao, but to say that Chu Jiao could not dodge at all would not be accurate.
Indeed, they were sitting face to face, but the living room was spacious, a large coffee table in between them, creating a distance of over two meters.
In Su Xiaomeng's view, Chu Jiao could have dodged but chose not to.
Of course, Chu Jiao now displayed a complete victim stance.
Xiao Meng was not frightened by the blood continuously emerging from Chu Jiao's head, nor the glass shards with blood on the floor.
Though Claire was in the children's room, her ears were perked up.
The homewrecker came to visit...
So, the scene that unfolded wasn't difficult to understand.
On hearing the sound of glass breaking, Claire immediately ran out,
"Madam!"
