"No, no, no, it's nothing to do with Zuo Hong, it's not him."
"Not him? Then who?"
Zoe Lewis found it hard to say that it was her cousin who hit her. Having such a terrible relationship with her sister was not something to be proud of.
"It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped myself. Let's go quickly!"
Mrs. Zuo didn't argue with her about whether it was her son who hit her. She thought she would find out once she spoke to him.
She thought her son wouldn't resort to hitting people. His way of venting emotions had always been just one thing—mining coal.
But if it wasn't her son, then who did Zoe get into a conflict with in such a short time?
And who would slap her in the face?
Such a good girl, lively and cheerful, lovely and adorable. She even wished Zoe were her own daughter. How could someone bear to hit her face so hard?
