Qiao Jing's grip was no joke, as Lan Yinyin was slapped backward repeatedly, hitting the door behind and causing her spine to ache intensely.
Her brain buzzed, and both sides of her face burned with pain.
"Filthy," Qiao Jing said, looking at Lan Yinyin with utmost contempt.
Lan Yinyin's anger surged as she clenched her fists.
Just now, she had been caught off guard, and Qiao Jing had managed to slap her face.
This time, she wouldn't hold back!
"Hmph! I already told you, it wasn't me! Not only did you not listen to my explanation, but you also attacked me, and moreover—" Lan Yinyin paused, her eyes falling upon Zhan Qipei, who was enduring pain in bed, "you even have ulterior motives towards him! I think the filthy one is you! Qiao Jing, listen well, I will not hand President Zhan over to you today, no matter what!"
With those words, Lan Yinyin got serious. She swung her fists toward Qiao Jing.