"I don't need a cheap whore like you telling me if I'm right or wrong!" Lin Tiantian’s face contorted in pain, but she craned her neck, still spitting curses. "Xiang Wan, you bitch! Go on, kill me if you’ve got the guts!" Xiang Wan’s grip tightened. She turned to Zhou Miao. "Your scissors. Let me borrow them." "Xiang Wan, calm down!" At the mere mention of something sharp, beads of sweat broke out