An Unexpected Counterattack (1)

Hai Lan pushed down the lips that curved up and wanted to reach out to touch Lin Wanwan's face. She said hypocritically, "Sorry Wanwan. I was too into the scene just now, so I accidentally… you will forgive me right…?"

She did not finish her words as Lin Wanwan suddenly grabbed the hand that she reached out.

The next second, she raised the other hand and slapped Hai Lan hard!

Slap! Slap! Slap…

In the blink of an eye, Lin Wanwan had already slapped Hai Lan five to six times, and each slap was fast, powerful, and accurate!

Everyone was stunned!

Lu Zhanbei stopped in his tracks. Witnessing this scene, his eyes flashed a subtle hint of a smile.

Gu Mo chased after him. "Sir, what did you want to do?"

"I want to applaud her."

After saying this, Lu Zhanbei really clapped his hands.

Gu Mo foolishly clapped along as well. "But it won't be easy for her to cope with the aftermath."

"I'm here."

"…"

Did this mean that Sir was planning to help Lin Wanwan clean up this mess?

Since when was he so helpful?

Lu Zhanbei said profoundly, "But, I expect that she won't need me."

Since she dared to hit her, she would be able to smooth things over.

He was convinced of this.

"Ah…"

Only when Hai Lan let out a tragic scream did everyone snap back to reality with shocked expressions on their faces.

Hai Lan just accidentally hit her. Did she have to take such vicious revenge?

"Wanwan, stop!" An Qiao shouted.

If these reporters spread the word about this matter, not only would Lin Wanwan be finished, the impact on the production team would be huge as well.

Lin Wanwan obediently stopped.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. They did not have the chance to blame her as Lin Wanwan suddenly squatted down and hugged both hands around her head. She kept moving her shivering body behind and hid, letting out an earth-shattering scream!

"Ah!!! Missus, don't hit me. Wanwan knows she's in the wrong… please…"

She seemed to have finally found a sense of security when her body was curled up under the stone table. The screams became murmurs, but she was still shivering.

Everyone looked at one another with puzzled looks.

"Lin Wanwan?" An Qiao tried to drag her out from under the table.

"Ah…!!!"

Lin Wanwan's actions became exaggerated once his hand touched her elbow. As she desperately tried to hide inwards, she slapped her hands around blindly. Her sharp voice was full of fear.

"I won't dare to anymore! Missus, don't hit me…"

An Qiao was forced to stop, his expression grave.

The people at the scene looked at one another and started to discuss fervently.

"What is going on? Is this Lin Wanwan crazy?"

"I think I know what is going on with her. Have you guys heard of post-traumatic stress disorder? If one encounters a major blow in their childhood, it will leave behind a shadow in their hearts. They will be easily triggered by a specific scene or action and lose their minds, doing uncontrollable crazy things."

Some people nodded silently, and one of them made a hypothesis.

"Could it be that after Lin Wanwan fell ill, Missus Lin did not like it and continued to abuse her, causing her to have post-traumatic stress disorder? Thus, Hai Lan's slap caused her to lose control of her emotions?"

This was a very bold assumption.

However, as they related it to Lin Wanwan's murmurs, they felt that they had guessed the truth.

The brain was powerful in evoking strong images. From Lin Wanwan's performance at that moment, vivid scenes came to their minds immediately.

"So there is such a back story…"

Someone sighed, and his eyes were now full of pity and sympathy when he looked at her.