C180 The Internal Strife

Before Zhuo Qianyun could stop them, Jiang Morou pushed the few people on the shelf onto the ground again. With a bang, they were smashed into pieces.

"Mother, so what if all of them are broken now? Could it be that daughter's happiness is not comparable to a few pieces of porcelain?"

With a slap, Zhuo Qianyun's loud slap landed on Jiang Morou's face