Gao Yurong's muddled mind was not awakened by the countless noises, but now, hearing Shen Jiahui and Xu Xiuqin's shrill voices like mother hens and roosters, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, suddenly waking him up. He lifted his head, and upon seeing Shen Jiahui and Xu Xiuqin's faces clearly, his face flushed, and he got up to leave.
After Shen Jiayin realized who he was, she released her hand and stopped covering his wound.
Gao Yurong pressed his head down on his own, stood up, swayed. Shen Jiahui rushed over and pushed Shen Jiayin aside forcefully.
Shen Jiayin was affected by the sudden force, took two steps back, and behind her, a large hand caught her.
Shen Jiahui's hand rested on the young master's hand; just as she was about to support him, his sudden change in demeanor caught her off guard.
Gao Yurong slapped backhandedly, hitting Shen Jiahui across the face.
