Not long ago, many people knew that Qi Xiang had found an adoptive father, one she frequently visited to curry favor.
Even the incident where she berated the old man and nearly came to blows with him—all because he refused to transfer ownership of the house to her—was known by quite a few. So much time had passed that everyone assumed the matter was over.
But today, someone came knocking. Were they trying to settle old scores?
Suddenly, the room fell silent. The visitors were aggressive, resorting to violence without a word, which was truly frightening.
"So you're the adopted son of that old bastard? Heh heh..." Qi Xiang sneered after collecting herself. She looked up, her venomous eyes locked on Chen Yang as she growled, "You dare lay a hand on me? You clearly don't know how to spell 'death'!"
SLAP!
Chen Yang struck her across the face, leaving five clear finger marks on her cheek. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
