Lai Yang's face flushed crimson with rage, her finger viciously pointing at Ning Qinghan. "She deserves a beating!"
"Not content with stealing someone's dad, she even sneaks into someone else's boyfriend's bed. Playing the whore while trying to erect a shrine, and you don't even let anyone say anything! You think no one knows your dirty little secrets?"
"Lai Yang!" Ning Qinghan's hair was a mess. Upon hearing these words, she felt as though the gazes of those around her were like little knives, peeling off her clothes layer by layer, the sense of shame almost drowning her.
"Are you sick in the head?" she shouted angrily, her teeth chattering from either the cold dampness of her clothes or her fury.
"You're the one who's sick!" Lai Yang retorted. "Your whole family is sick!"
