A loud slap fell on Chen Wanxin's face.

"Malicious woman!" Zhao Yuan still felt it was not enough, so he slapped her again. Chen Wanxin's tender white cheeks immediately showed two clear palm marks.

"Yuan, make it clear!" Chen Wanxin was panting on the tea table, but Zhao Yuan tore her hair up.

"You framed Lin Wenxi, deceived him, and colluded with the Mo's family with such a vicious means! Chen Wanxin, I should think that you still have a little ...