"Slap!"
Gu Xiaoer's hand, smeared with Wen Mu's blood, swung without hesitation.
"This slap is for making Wen Xin send a text message to Han Luoli from my phone, framing me for disliking you and sowing discord between me and Han Luoli."
Han Luoli stood by, his brow furrowed tight.
"Gu Xiao—"
"Slap!"
Wen Mu didn't even finish his sentence before another fierce slap followed.
"This slap is for trying to bribe me to change the name of Lier Island."
"Slap!"
"This slap is for conspiring with the board of directors to force me to sign the transfer documents while Han Luoli was away, using Madam Qiao to suppress me."
"Slap!"
"This is for sending someone to tell me to witness your private meeting with Han Luoli."
"Slap!"
"This is for colluding with Lu Tianze to frame me as not being a virgin, and then having Lu Tianze defile me!"
One by one, Gu Xiaoer carefully enumerated each grievance.
She never intended to remember or seek revenge, but today, Gu Xiaoer lost control.
