SLAP! SLAP! The two sharp cracks of sound sent Sheng Yueyue stumbling, and she nearly fell to the ground.
Sheng Yueyue had just managed to steady herself when she looked up and saw Wen Qing rubbing her wrist.
The sight infuriated Sheng Yueyue. She didn't even bother to rub her own stinging cheek.
She trembled with rage, lunged forward, and grabbed Wen Qing's long hair with one hand. With the other, she began slapping her from both sides. SLAP! SLAP!...
Sheng Yueyue had only left the farm less than a year ago and hadn't been living a life of pampered luxury for long, so she was exceptionally strong.
A series of heavy slaps left Wen Qing seeing stars, the pain so intense it made her question her own existence.
She dragged Wen Qing back, stared into her eyes, and roared, "You dare hit me? Do you have any idea who I am?"
Squinting through the pain, Wen Qing snapped back, "Who am I? Sheng Yueyue, let me tell you something. There's nothing I hate more than someone pulling my hair."
