Standing opposite Emma, Ruth fearlessly put her hands on her hips and looked at Emma in a shrewish manner. “I am the one who slapped you!”

The person who was standing at the side was Ryan.

“You…” Emma had never expected it. Never in a million years did Emma expect it! Even such a little b*tch like Ruth dared to slap her. Who did she take Emma for? Was Emma a person that could be slapped whenever someone wanted to?

“Ryan! I am your aunt!” Emma roared at Ryan.

Ryan shrugged. “Aunt Emma, I am obsessed with this chick now. She has a lot of flaws. She is uncultured, doesn’t dress up, is vulgar, and looks like a shrew. You are much more elegant than her, but I have seen enough elegant chicks. I just prefer the kind like Ruth right now. I can’t control her. Once I controlled her, she would cry and run away. I won’t be able to get her around even if I tried for a month.”

Emma stuttered in anger. “You…”

Ruth still had her hands on her waist. That way Ruth glared at her was as if once Emma