Xia Molan's well-maintained face bore five finger marks, the slap from Tao Shu was merciless and particularly heavy; her face stung intensely.
She covered her face with her hands, her eyes and expression filled with disbelief, "Tao Shu, you dare to hit me?"
"Xia Molan, no matter how many grievances we have between us, they are our own business and have nothing to do with the children. You can insult me, but if you dare to insult my daughter, I will not keep silent!"
Tao Shu enunciated every word, her eyes glaring with sharpness.
"This slap is just a small price for you bullying my daughter over these three years. Don't think I don't know how you've treated her. Out of consideration for her liking your son, I could turn a blind eye once or twice, but if you overstep your boundaries with her again, I won't let you off!"
She simply did not want to bother with it, nothing more.