"Zhong You, if you leave, your aunt can't expect to have a peaceful life at the Zhong Residence. If you're bold enough, leave!" Zhong Yun rushed forward, intending to slap the still-crying woman.
But little did he know...
A silver needle sharply shot out, directly pricking his hand. His eyes widened in surprise, a sense of dread swelled in his heart.
As expected, the situation repeated itself. The hand impaled by the silver needle moved and slapped his own face.
'Slap!'
Lin Caisang lowered her head, let out a light laugh, then leisurely moved to Zhong You's side, nudging the silver needle from his hand and patting his shoulder.
"For a youngster, acting too arrogantly can lead to retribution," she said.
"You…"
'Slap!'
Before he could utter another word, another slap landed on his face. The pain forced tears to his eyes, but he didn't dare to retaliate against Lin Caisang.