Two Hundred Twenty-Eight, Lesson

Yao Qing sized up Luo Shan and sneered mockingly, "Are you really Luo Shu's sister?" She could not see a trace of countryside aura on Luo Shu's demeanor, but this girl reeked of rusticity. Even though she had changed into beautiful clothes, she could not conceal her inherent bumpkin air.

"Yes, she's my older sister." Luo Shan nodded, her eyes greedily fixated on Song Yuyan. Could this lady, who resembled her mother in appearance, also be as kind to her as her mother was?

"Older sister? Very well!" Yao Qing stood up, approached, and raised her hand, delivering a slap to Luo Shan.

Luo Shan looked at Yao Qing incredulously, not understanding why she was being hit. Wasn't this their first meeting?

Yao Qing smiled coldly, raised her hand, and slapped Luo Shan forcefully again, "You don't understand why I'm hitting you, do you?"

"Slap!" While speaking, another slap descended.