"So, you're saying it's all my brother's fault?" Shen Fangting was furious.
"If he hadn't given me trouble, why would I bother with a cripple?" the middle-aged woman said coldly. "I'm telling you, don't think about causing trouble here. Our nursing home is not a place for you to act recklessly. If you really want to stir things up, then you better be prepared for the consequences!"
At this moment, Chen Yang and Yang Jing walked in, having overheard the previous conversation.
A glint of coldness flashed in Chen Yang's eyes. Without even looking up, he said softly, "Slap her."
Yang Jing had already been unable to hold back. With a grim smile, he said, "As you wish."
He strode toward the middle-aged woman, reached out with his large hand, and grabbed her by the collar. Before the woman could react to anything, there was a sharp smack as a slap landed hard on her face.
"Ah!"
