"Han Qiuling, I'm giving you a chance, apologize immediately! Otherwise, the consequences won't be something you and your uncle can handle!"
Yuanya's voice remained soft but carried a subtle authority.
She seemed like a higher-up commanding an insignificant servant.
This Han Qiuling had crossed Yuanya's line!
Attacking her was one thing, she could regard it as barking dogs seldom bite, and would pay no mind to it.
But calling her a bastard, uncultured, that's indirectly insulting her parents.
She could never tolerate anyone slandering them!
"You...you..."
Han Qiuling was intimidated by her demeanor, an inexplicable fear rising in her heart.
When she realized her own fear, she felt an even greater sense of indignation!
What was wrong with her, why should she be afraid of her!
"You dared to lay a hand on me, good, you wait!"
