Yan Feng had gone to bed very late last night, and now the quarrel outside woke him up, instantly putting him in a bad mood. Coming down from upstairs, he saw Xu Lian cursing and trying to hit someone, which made him furious. Without waiting for his mind to clear up, he had already rushed to the doorway and struck out.
With the Wind Spirit Pearl, Yan Feng's slap was naturally not light. Xu Lian's right cheek, though she covered it, swelled up high in less than three seconds, to the point where even her chubby hand couldn't cover it.
Xu Lian was not one to suffer losses quietly. Suddenly struck, her face twisted nastily, her eyes filled with ferocity.
Auntie Li, on the other hand, showed a look of relief. She had never dealt with such a matter before, and having Yan Feng step in was naturally the best outcome.
After all, she was merely a cooking aunt hired by Huo Sining, but Yan Feng was different.