Her wrist twisted violently in my grip, but I didn't let go.
"You bitch!" Jiang Xinyue screamed, her voice shrill enough to pierce through the entire makeup room. "You slut! You said you didn't like Brother Azhen! You said you wanted nothing to do with him!"
Her face was flushed red, her eyes bloodshot, chest heaving as if she had run a marathon just to get here.
I tightened my hold on her wrist just enough to make her stop struggling. "Watch your mouth," I said coldly. "And lower your voice."
She laughed hysterically. "Lower my voice? You dare tell me to lower my voice after seducing him behind my back?"
"Seducing?" I repeated, my lips curving into a thin, humorless smile. "Jiang Xinyue, are you out of your mind?"
"You knew he loved you!" she shrieked. "You knew! And you still pretended to be innocent in front of me. You let him chase you. You let him confess. You let the entire world see it!"
I stared at her, utterly unimpressed.
