Qin Jiaran's face turned pale from the ridicule, as she sat there, clutching the corners of her clothes, "Sister, it's one thing for you to say that about me, but how can you say such things about Mom? After all, she is also your..."
"Shut your mouth!" Gu Nanqiao interrupted her sharply, "You have no right to speak here."
Xia Molan was so infuriated that she began to breathe heavily, her chest heaving uncontrollably. She saw the piping hot coffee on the table, and without thinking, she grabbed it and threw it towards Gu Nanqiao across from her.
Gu Nanqiao dodged to the side, but she couldn't completely avoid it, and the right side of her face got scalded by the hot coffee, instantly spreading a stinging pain, turning half of her face red.