"Ah!" After a brief silence, Mrs. Li suddenly roared, slamming the table, "You wretched woman, what have you done to Xiaojia?"

Mrs. Li threw the paternity test in her hand at Wang Yi's face, her face flushed, the muscles on her face trembling, her eyes flashing with intense hatred, as if she was about to kill Wang Yi the next second:

"Xiaojia is still in school! What have you done?"

Mrs. Li, like an enraged mother cow, actually lifted Wang Yi with one hand, her voice full of hatred.

"No, no."

Wang Yi had never seen Mrs. Li so fierce, tears welled up in her eyes, weakly trying to defend herself.

"The paternity test is right here, what else do you want to argue?"

With a burst of anger, Mrs. Li's arm veins bulged, and she threw Wang Yi onto the sofa.

Things happened too suddenly, neither I nor the lawyer reacted.

The next second, Mrs. Li was already straddling Wang Yi, pressing down on her shoulders with one hand, and ruthlessly slapping Wang Yi's face with the other.

Mrs. Li's hands were used to wielding a butcher's knife all year round, calloused and powerful, with such force that after a few slaps, Wang Yi's face had swollen like a pig's head.

"Help! Help!"