"Unfillai daughter!" Third Madam Qiao slapped Qiao Nian.
Qiao Nian's cheek stung and her eyes became watery. She looked up at her mother, shock and surprised in her round eyes. Her light curls had become messy and strayed across her shoulders and forehead.
"You caused the death of my son! The CEO of the Qiao Group and the family head! Now how are all of us going to survive?! Are you trying to slaughter and bring down the entire family?!" Third Madam Qiao grabbed her daughter by the collar and shook her wildly, almost choking Qiao Nian.
Before she could slap her again, a fair hand caught her wrist midair.
Third Madam Qiao turned and saw the person who stopped her from slapping Qiao Nian.
"Third Madam Qiao, we meet again. I believe you have no rights to hit your daughter," a female voice said arrogantly.
