Chu Zhiyi raised her hand high, and just a second before her palm could hit Li Sijuan's face, she saw the triumph in the depths of Li Sijuan's eyes, as if she was toying with her perfectly.
Her crumbling sanity suddenly snapped back. She didn't let her hand fall and instead clenched it into a fist, slowly lowering it, facing Li Sijuan squarely.
Soon, Chu Zhiyi walked toward her.
Li Sijuan didn't know why Chu Zhiyi's slap hadn't come down, and she found herself retreating step by step under Chu Zhiyi's advancing steps.
Until Li Sijuan's back was against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.
Chu Zhiyi pinched Li Sijuan's chin, looked at her face from side to side, and slowly said, "It's one thing to fool netizens with those rumors, but how could you start deceiving yourself?"
Li Sijuan's pupils contracted sharply.
With a tightening grip, Li Sijuan felt a burst of pain in her chin, and she immediately swung her hand to knock Chu Zhiyi's hand away.