The Story of Ling and Heng (497)

Seeing that Feng Ling was actually standing there without any fear and didn't even frown, Feng Mingzhu angrily hit the steering wheel hard. She abruptly opened the car door and got out. She rushed to her and raised her hand to slap her, but Feng Ling easily caught her wrist.

Feng Mingzhu struggled hard but was unable to free her wrist. She was so angry that her face turned pale.

"Miss Feng, the way you greet me is too unorthodox." Feng Ling coldly watched her, and at the same time, she threw her hand forward. Feng Mingzhu's hand was released, but she staggered back several steps before she could barely stand firm.

Feng Mingzhu immediately sobered up from the pain in her wrist.

She closed her eyes and looked at Feng Ling.

Two days ago, when she came to look for Feng Ling, she had already thought of how to deal with her. At the very least, she could not be too emotional. She had to be reasonable in her words so that she could defeat her.