Wen Meimei hooked her lips into a cold smile. Now that the King of Hell from the Qiao Family had agreed to her, it probably wouldn't be long before Wan Meizhen would have to marry that blond man, right?
Little bitch, since this lady didn't have someone chop off your hands, go ahead and marry your rich second-generation with a smile.
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The Wan Family.
"Slap…" Father Wan fiercely struck his daughter's face with a slap that nearly sent her slender body flying.
"How did I, Wan Kunguo, raise such a shameless daughter? Who do you think Young Master Qiao is? Huh? He's the man in the Imperial Capital that no one dares to provoke. He has a wife, and you think you are his childhood sweetheart?
Look at you! It was bad enough you were fooling around in a hotel room with Li Family's playboy heir, but you even dared to touch Young Master Qiao and got caught red-handed by the paparazzi. How did I give birth to such a shameless daughter?!"