The bewildered gasps echoed sharply in the meeting room.
"Why didn't you just die that day!? It would have been much better had it not stopped at just a simple memory loss!"
*SLAP*
A crisp and painful slap burned like fire on Zhan Yahui's cheek. With the sting of the slap turning her eyes misty, she slowly faced Guiying, stupefied.
"So you finally spit out the truth, Zhan Yahui," 'Guiying' angrily laughed, but her black orbs were anything but laughing.
She clutched her hair at the back of her neck, making her gasp. When Zhan Yahui looked into 'her' eyes, a sharp tremble shuddered across her arms and legs.
"The fact that you were behind Zixin's accident and who prevented him from coming to Shanghai, you finally opened your dirty mouth admitting it."
The more 'Guiying' spoke, the more pain she felt at her hair roots that 'she' mercilessly tugged and pulled. "Ahhhh! Let go of my hair, you fucking bitch!"