"Stop deluding yourselves here. I know both of you, husband and wife, better than anyone. When Tian Ming and I were together, you always vehemently opposed us. Now that Tian Ming is dead, you still won't let me go, wanting to use me as a bargaining chip to gain benefits for yourselves. Your hearts are truly ruthless and poisonous, utterly inhumane. You don't deserve to be Tian Ming's family members,"
Yan Ling roared with an angry expression, her voice icy cold.
"What did you just say, you slut?"
The heavily made-up woman snapped, her face showing a touch of embarrassment as she blurted out the insult.
"Yang Meili, please speak with some respect,"
Yan Ling said, her expression growing colder as she looked at the heavily made-up woman before her.
"Respect?"
The woman sneered with disdain.