Eighth Slap (9)
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
When that thought came into his mind, a blazing fire flared up in Gu Ying's chest. Having fallen victim to Jun Xie's schemes repeatedly, Gu Ying had developed a teeth grinding hatred for the pint sized brat, and his eyes roved unconsciously towards the horse carriage stopped before the main gates.
By then, Gu Ying no longer had the inclination to care about what Ning Rui thought. His mind was focused only on the horse carriage his eyes were currently fixed on.
When Ning Rui did not get a response from Gu Ying, his heart grew even more frantic. He turned his head back to look at Fan Jin who had come to stand next to Fan Zhuo. He surveyed the person before him from head to toe and after he was certain that was irrefutably really Fan Jin in the flesh, he became even more anxious.
"Fan Jin! How dare you to still have the cheek to come back here!?" In his frantic anxiety, Ning Rui suddenly shouted out loudly in rage!