Face-slapping, Act Three (4)

Looking down at her hand, she saw the red, sticky liquid, and the smell slowly made her return to her senses.

"You…" Zuo Qingyu stared at Feng Wu. "How dare you hit me?!"

No one had struck Zuo Qingyu like this before, and she still hadn't recovered from the shock.

However —

Feng Wu ignored her completely.

Qiuling was her top priority now.

The teenage girl had taken very good care of her since she was little.

"Miss —" A smile appeared on Qiuling's pale face. "Miss… I'm so happy I can see you before I die…"

Feng Wu rolled her eyes at Qiuling. "Don't be silly. You're not going to die. I'll never let that happen. Weren't you such a tough girl a moment ago, refusing to say a single bad word about me?"

Qiuling was very calm at first, but she became so aggrieved when Feng Wu showed up that she burst into tears.

"Miss… Miss… I was so scared…"