"Huh? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Qin Yuhuan didn't dodge; she simply raised her head to quietly look at him.
"You...!" Li Zhongnan, enraged, swung his large hand fiercely for a slap.
Then, with a slap, his own right cheek bore the mark of a handprint. Cough cough, to conquer this woman with the surname Qin, he, Li Er Niu, had put in so much effort—had this slap landed on her face,
the meat that was almost in his mouth might very well have been slapped away!
Qin Yuhuan was startled and asked, "Li Er Niu, have you gone mad?" She had braced herself for a few slaps, but instead...
What a surprise!
"Yes, I have gone mad, mad because of you," Li Zhongnan grumbled, feeling quite irritated, "You don't have all the facts, so what gives you the right to speak about her that way?"