It was Guan Xudong who had been pestering her all along, so he could hardly say anything.
Wang Yanqiu was about to explode with rage.
"Su Qiao, you're jealous—jealous that I have a man who loves me while you're just a mistress no man wants."
Su Qiao flung the wooden stick in her hand straight at her.
Wang Yanqiu screamed and ducked into Guan Xudong's arms.
"I hate hearing the words 'mistress.' Whenever I hear them, my hands start itching."
"You bitch! How dare you hit me?"
Wang Yanqiu was furious. She had barely dodged the stick before she started baring her claws again, relying on the man beside her to protect her.
Su Qiao's eyes were filled with icy killing intent. "Say that one more time, and not only will I dare to hit you, I can cripple you and leave you here to fend for yourself. Believe me?"
Su Qiao had not wanted to waste her breath on someone like this, but Wang Yanqiu was simply too irritating.
The two of them had no grievances or enmity, yet this woman had targeted her nonstop from the very beginning.
Sometimes, she really wanted to drug her unconscious and throw her off a cliff to be done with it.
This was a peaceful world... a society ruled by law... a peaceful world... a society ruled by law...
Su Qiao took a deep breath and drove the frightening thoughts from her mind.
Wang Yanqiu's scalp prickled under her stare, and she dared not speak again. Even Guan Xudong obediently kept his mouth shut.
In a place like this, if someone were truly crippled or fell ill, there was a good chance they would be abandoned to fend for themselves.
Mo Jin stared coldly at the two women, Song Yaqin and Wang