"Whap." An Qiao stretched out her hand and slapped An Xin's face, "An Xin, what are you saying? Your relationship with Wei Wei is not as terrible as yours. In order to take revenge on me, you are willing to be the lover of someone like the Palace Sage."

"You were the one who asked for the photo of Yi Wei. She told me about the photos you gave her mother. You drugged her, which was why she repeatedly advised me to give you to Chen Yuanbin. An Xin can be at ease with how evil your heart is."

An Xin covered her slapped face and smiled coldly at An Qiao. "You say I'm malicious, but aren't you vicious? You lured me to your disgusting home again and again and gave me medicine after medicine. I'm your daughter. Do you even feel that I'm your daughter?"

"Is your daughter always alone in your heart? And her mother? " She thought back to her mother, and her eyes reddened slightly.

Every time I ask your mother who you are, she just won't tell me. I want to be a DAN with you, and your mother doesn't agree, and I've let you have the surname An for so many years, so you should thank me for not turning into someone who has a mother and no father.

An Xin listened and picked up the cup of coffee with some soup in it. She directly poured it at An Qiao. "An Qiao, you're shameless. I really feel disgusted for my mother. Why did my mother fall for a blind man like you?"

"So, you knew about my mother's death? Because of me, aren't you trying to take revenge on my mother? " An Xin stared at An Qiao with a questioning gaze.

It was obviously an act made up by An Ying's mother to coerce the palace. However, her good father actually believed the words of An Ying's mother and didn't believe that he would be the wife of her mother.

As expected, such a man would only make her feel even more disgusted.

Anjou avoided the coffee, furious, thinking of the engagement that day, his family made a fool of themselves, all because of An Xin, making him not only lose An, but also become a laughing stock pointed at the nose of everyone. An Qiao was like a lion who had lost his mind.

He made another move, and viciously attacked An Xin.

"Ah!" Before his hand could reach An Xin, his wrist was firmly gripped by someone. He exerted force, and a clear cracking sound could be heard from his wrist.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts! Lighter, it's going to break." An Qiao frowned from the pain.

"Are you alright?" Gong Sheng looked down at An Xin's swollen face from above. His almond-shaped eyes darkened as he squeezed An Qiao's large hand. "Kacha."

"Ah …" A pig-like howl suddenly echoed throughout the entire coffee shop.

An Xin raised her head to look into the palace saint's fervent eyes. She felt slightly bitter in her heart, as if the man she didn't want to see the most would appear when she needed him the most.

Because it was in the morning, there were only a few waiters in the coffee shop compared to the rest. When the attendants heard the commotion, they had already rushed over.

When the manager of the head waiter arrived, he was just about to speak up when he was met with the cold gaze of the court saint. He was so frightened that the words coming out of his mouth were immediately swallowed back as the head waiter took a step back.

"Mister Gong." The head waiter was the first to recognize Gong Sheng and respectfully greeted him.

"F * ck off." Gong Sheng squeezed An Qiao's hand with two parts of his strength before growling at the waiters.

When the supervisor heard this, he didn't dare to say anything. He waved his hand and led everyone to retreat far away.