An Ru felt a wave of heart palpitations and timidly glanced at Sister Hong.
Seeing Sister Hong not looking at her, a chill went down the back of her spine.
Her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly as she bit her lip.
"As long as you feel relieved, I will do anything—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a strong gust from a slap swept directly toward her.
An Ru looked at the person in front of her in shock. Astonishment...numbness...pain, in an instant, her mind nearly went blank.
There seemed to be a moment of silence at the scene, followed by a wave of uproar.
Yao Qing gracefully withdrew her hand, which was delicate. Even after those years abroad, it hadn't grown rough or calloused.
The slap had been forceful, making her tender palm redden.
"There, I've forgiven you," she said.
Yao Qing's smile was almost malevolent as her fingertip intentionally brushed An Ru's cheek where a clear handprint showed, a flicker of iciness passing through her eyes.