An Jiancheng slightly loosened his grip on her wrist, squinted his eyes and asked, "Now tell me, who were you talking to just now about An Ning having a child?"
"I..." Zhou Shiran stammered, racking her brain to come up with an excuse. "I was just gossiping with someone, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it..."
'Slap...'
An Jiancheng directly raised his arm and slapped Zhou Shiran hard on the face.
The deafening sound alone was enough to make anyone feel pain.
The maids standing outside all shivered.
"Should we go in and stop them? It's so late, they shouldn't be fighting," Maid A said.
Maid B, already disgusted with Zhou Shiran, pouted and whispered, "Why bother? She's always so mean to Miss. If she hadn't instigated things, Mr. An wouldn't treat Miss so poorly. Such a wicked stepmother, no one would care if she got beaten to death."
