"Then who did?" Old Lady An smiled coldly as she glared with aggressive eyes.
Feng Zhiwei squeezed her fingers again before replying calmly, "You have so many people in your kitchen, and just now, so many of them were rushing around. Anyone could have knocked..."
"Pa!"
The sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh startled the air.
Feng Zhiwei felt a slight buzzing in her ears and a numbness across her face. As the numbness faded, a hot pain heated her face. A fishy sweetness filled her mouth, and even her gums ached with pain.
What a cruel slap!
Old Lady An stiffened, her hand still in the air as if even she couldn't believe what she had done.
