Xia Qingyue hadn't expected Xia Muhui's sudden outburst. If Su Yuhan hadn't reacted so quickly, yanking her back, the flying shards of glass would have sliced across her face.
Once the shock wore off, Xia Qingyue's expression darkened. Her gaze, now fixed on Xia Muhui, turned cold and sharp. "You refuse to accept it? What right do you have to refuse? I'll tell you why you'll never measure up to my brother. It's because your mother was a home-wrecking mistress, and you're nothing but a bastard, an illegitimate son shunned by the world!"
