"I said Li Yanan is a bastard! Bastard! Bastard! A bastard born to a cheap woman!"
With a loud bang, the teacup Lin Zhenxin was holding smashed heavily onto the desk, instantly shattering into pieces, the tea spilling all over the table.
"Say that again?" Her finger was cut, mingling blood with the tea, soaking through the identification reports.
Lin Zhenxin's eyes widened, truly ignited with anger, while Li Miya, a young lady of wealth, was initially intimidated, but soon regained her composure.
"What if I say it again? If you dare, just hit me! He is a bastard, a lunatic, and his child will be a freak... ah..."
Before Li Miya could finish her words, Lin Zhenxin pounced on her fiercely.
This scene was beyond Li Yingying's expectations. She never thought Lin Zhenxin would truly blow up.
By the time she reacted to pull her daughter away, it was already too late.
