Tang Nuan's expression was more emotive and colorful than Song Qingchun's. She stared at the palm print on her face in the mirror for one whole minute before she realized what had happened.
She was going to slap Song Qingchun, so how come that slap landed on her own face instead?
The last memory she had was when her hand had almost reached Song Qingchun's face… Then, everything else was blank until moments ago when the reality came back to her…
Tang Nuan racked her brain, but there was simply a gap in her memory that she could not fill.
However, the fact was that there was only the two of them in the bathroom; she could not have slapped herself, so was the slap on her face delivered by Song Qingchun?
As the conclusion formed in her mind, Tang Nuan's face twisted in anger. She turned to glare fiendishly at Song Qingchun before dashing out of the bathroom with her hands covered over her face.
