Madam Wang reached out, attempting to grab An Yiqing's collar from across her husband, Li Xianshan.
An Yiqing's face turned cold, and with a gentle lift of her left hand, her five fingers slowly clenched. Madam Wang felt as if her wrist was clamped, causing intense pain.
"You..."
Before she could finish speaking, An Yiqing suddenly stood up, exerted a little force with her left hand, and pulled Madam Wang directly, pinning her firmly onto the table.
"It seems your parents never taught you any hospitality. Since you don't understand, I don't mind teaching you properly!"
The sudden change stunned everyone. The first to react was Li Jiahao.
"Hey, let go—" His voice got stuck in his throat, as the murderous aura in An Yiqing's eyes terrified him. Although he always liked bloodthirsty and violent things, the cold fierceness in this woman's eyes made him feel as if a cold, large hand was gripping his throat, rendering him unable to breathe.
