"Do you want me to issue you a trophy for being a professional homewrecker?"
"Pfft!" The people present couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.
"..." Zheng Peipei's face turned green with fury in an instant.
"Jing Yiren, you're a woman who's been dumped, and you still have the face to show off in front of me. Look at those cheap clothes you're wearing. You used to be Miss Jing, and now you're like a down-and-out housewife..."
Zheng Peipei hadn't finished her sentence when suddenly her voice caught in her throat.
She widened her eyes in fear, looking at Jing Yiren.
Seated in her chair, Jing Yiren flicked her wrist, flinging something at her.
Zheng Peipei, not even having seen what it was clearly, watched as her beautiful long hair, hanging by her chest, was neatly cut off at shoulder length and slowly fell to the floor.
Then there was a light 'clang'. A metal eyebrow trimmer blade landed on the ground.
