A burst of wicked rage flared up again. She stood up, pointed at Su Qiao, and started cursing:
"You shameless mistress! Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a stinking wage worker, yet you think that having a little beauty gives you the right to run wild?"
Su Qiao felt that the slap she had given her that afternoon had been too light.
She should never have let her off so easily. She should have slapped her three times—one slap for every slap she owed.
Just as Su Qiao was about to speak, Han Feng sprang to his feet beside her, looking furious. "Why are you cursing at people again? Wasn't everything already made clear?"
Song Yaqin did not hold back. "Get lost! You filthy country bumpkin, what does it have to do with you if I curse at her?"
"Oh, I get it now. You're jumping in so eagerly—don't tell me you've hooked up with this shameless woman?"
"This afternoon, the two of you went to look for water and didn't come back for ages. Don't tell me you were fooling around in the woods before returning?"
The club in Su Qiao's hand whipped through the air, and her gaze turned icy. "Song Yaqin, dare to say one more word."
"Do you believe I'll make you stay in these woods forever?"
Song Yaqin did not believe for a second that she would dare kill someone.
"So what if I say it? Do you think I'm afraid of a shameless bitch like you?"
Jun Ting rubbed his temples and grabbed her. "Yaqin, stop."
Su Qiao was like a firecracker now, igniting at the slightest spark and throwing punches without hesitation.
If a fight really broke out, he would not be able to help at all.
"Get out of