"Slap!"
However, just as Ye Ziling's words fell, Yan Mingyu swung her slender arm and slapped her across the face.
Her lips parted slightly as she spoke slowly, "My mother and your father were blood siblings. We share the same blood. If only you had been a little nicer, I wouldn't have slapped you.
From now on, I just want you to understand one thing, family and parents can't protect you for life. Moreover, everyone is equal, and wealth and background are not reasons for you to trample on others' dignity."
"You... if you want to hit me, just hit me, I don't need your lecturing!"
Tears glistened in Ye Ziling's eyes as she shouted.
"Enough, I've already given you a slap back!"
Yan Mingyu shook her head, then looked deeply at Ye Haolong, who was slumped in his chair, and asked, "Can I leave now?"
"Mingyu, we were wrong in this matter, and I apologize to you, and to my sister. I'll send someone to take you back right away!"