Zhong Nianyao had no intention of lying, nor did she disdain it. She nodded, "Yes, I said it. What about it?"
"Zhong Nianyao, you whore."
With confirmation of her suspicions, Zhong Mengxuan nearly lost her mind. She stepped forward, ready to slap Zhong Nianyao, "So it was you who ruined me, and I won't let you off."
In the midst of speaking, her hand swung down fiercely.
At first, she wasn't sure it was Zhong Nianyao's doing. But now with Zhong Nianyao's response, she was utterly overwhelmed by a surge of hatred. All she wanted was to harshly teach this person who intended to harm her a lesson.
Just as the slap was about to come down, Zhong Mengxuan's hand was grabbed.
The one who grasped her hand was none other than Zhong Nianyao.
Zhong Nianyao was never a pushover, and certainly not someone who would take a beating standing still. Having grabbed Zhong Mengxuan's hand, her other hand swiftly swung down and, before Zhong Mengxuan could react, she landed a slap on her face.