The slap wasn't light. At first, Cheng Anyue only felt a slight pain, but later, half of her face was swollen.
Fortunately, her hair was down, so he couldn't see her clearly.
Zhou Xiaomin had asked once, but she had managed to brush it off. However, an Shijin was not so easily fooled.
When they were having dinner that night, an Shijin looked at her face and asked,""You got beaten up?"
He wasn't asking her why her face was swollen, but rather, he was asking her why she had been slapped.
Cheng Anyue looked at him and shook her head.
"No."
An Shijin did not ask any further and continued eating.
Cheng Anyue's heart relaxed. She didn't want to bring back the negative news from the school, and she didn't want to trouble him.
However, there were some things that she couldn't just let go of.
The speed at which messages spread was only slightly slower than the speed of light.
